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On the pitch, though, the disguise melted away. Viola’s feet remembered every drill, every fake, every through-ball her father had taught her before he decided “girls should play something prettier, like tennis.” She was faster than Cornwall’s star forward, Duke, and smarter than their captain, Malcolm. Within two weeks, “Sebastian” was the team’s secret weapon.

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The referee cleared his throat. “Either you have eleven players, Coach, or you forfeit.” On the pitch, though, the disguise melted away

“I won,” Viola said. “You were in London, writing bad poems about a girl named ‘Mystic.’” “Spike thinks you’re sad,” Paul said

“Spike’s a plant.”

After the game, muddy and euphoric, she found Olivia waiting by the lockers. “I knew in week two,” Olivia said. “Your eyebrows are too expressive. But I figured if you could fake being a boy and still be kinder than the real ones, the world needed you on the field.”

Cornwall won 3–1. Viola scored the final goal—a header, which she later admitted to Duke was “completely illegal in girls’ soccer, but I’m playing boys’ rules tonight.”