Lily clutched the envelope, her hands trembling. Inside was the acceptance letter to the summer art program she'd been too afraid to tell her parents about. They'll say it's a waste of time, she thought, stuffing it back in her bag. They want me to focus on "practical" things.
At dinner, her father studied her carefully. "You seem distracted lately, Lily. Everything okay at school?"
"Fine," she said, pushing peas around her plate.
In the kitchen, her mother was wrapping something carefully - a set of professional oil paints she'd saved three months to buy. "Do you think she'll like them?" she whispered to her husband that night. "I've seen her sketches. She has real talent."
"The art program," he replied quietly. "You saw the letter in her bag?"
"I wasn't snooping - it fell out. I think she's afraid to tell us."
"Should we say something?"
"Let's wait. Let her come to us when she's ready. And in the meantime..." She held up the paints, smiling.
The next morning, Lily found the art supplies on her desk with a note: "We believe in you. Always have."
I've been running track since I was seven years old. Coach says I'm the fastest sprinter Westfield Middle has seen in a decade. So when Maya Chen transferred in with her collection of first-place ribbons, I knew exactly what I had to do: show her who really rules this track.
She seems nice enough, I guess. Always smiling, always congratulating other runners. The kind of person who brings orange slices for everyone. Personally, I find it annoying. Competition is about winning, not making friends.
In practice yesterday, she beat me by half a second. Half a second! Coach made a big deal about her "perfect form" and "efficient stride." Whatever. I've been working with Coach for three years. One good practice doesn't mean anything.
The regional meet is next week. I've been training harder than ever - extra sprints, earlier mornings, analyzing videos of my races. I watched some of Maya's old competitions online too. You know, to understand her weaknesses. Which I definitely found. Probably.
She asked if I wanted to train together yesterday. I said I was busy. I don't need help from her.
I'm going to win regionals. I always do. Right?