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The warm golden sun cast its rays on the school building, while clouds shaped themselves in the blue sky. Cheerful students walked through the school gates, their bags slung over their backs, skipping across the school fields.
The members of the gardening club stood behind the school building, out of sight of the students. The area was mostly empty, except for lush green grass covering the ground, with the school track field, football field, and basketball court visible in the distance.
A pile of gardening tools, flowers, plants, and decorative items rested on the grass as Murad, Kevin, and Marissa arranged them.
Camilla held a pot of pony flowers, green gardening gloves covering her arms, and her black afro hair styled in a high puff. She crouched down to the piles of tools, dropping the pot of flowers gently on the ground and letting out a loud sigh.
"I'm guessing that's everything?" Camilla mused, facing the other members with a tired smile.
"Yep, that's all," Marissa answered, her hand holding a bag of potato chips as she ate without a care.
"Huh?" Murad said, glancing at the potato chips in her hand, confused. "Where did those come from?"
Marissa shrugged and pointed to Kevin, specifically his brown hoodie pockets, causing Kevin to furrow his brows slightly at her gesture.
"I snuck them into his pockets," Marissa replied.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Kevin whispered in shock and amusement as he searched through his hoodie pocket urgently.
Camilla chuckled at their interaction before walking over to Marissa and snatching the bags of chips from her hand, which caused a small whine to escape the girl's mouth.
"Nope," Camilla said. "We need our full attention on this garden, so no snacks."
Marissa pouted at her words but nodded reluctantly.
"Great," Camilla smiled. "Now put on your gardening gloves."
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After hours of digging, planting, and arranging, the group trudged back to their clubroom. Murad carried a basket of unused tools, Kevin followed with dirt-streaked hands shoved into his hoodie pockets, and Marissa lagged, her shoulders slumped in exhaustion.
As they finally reach the clubroom, Marissa collapses into one with an exaggerated sigh, letting her spade drop to the floor. Soil splattered across the polished tiles.
"You're littering everywhere, Marissa," Kevin stated calmly, noticing her weary form.
"I'll clean it up later," Marissa replied softly.
Camilla and Murad walked toward Marissa, dramatically seating themselves on the bean bags and surrounding her with their tired sighs.
"Won't you sit, Kevin?" Marissa asked, noticing him still standing as he watched them relax on the fluffy bags.
"I'd rather stand," Kevin said blankly.
"Sure, weirdo," Marissa muttered, prompting a snicker from Camilla.
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My Track Days
Teen FictionFollow Marissa Floris, a high schooler struggling to find her place while living in the shadow of her accomplished siblings and peers. When she's invited to try out for the track team, she discovers a spark of hope. But after failing her first attem...
