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Coach Harris, a grizzled woman who’d been watching Viola with narrowing eyes for two weeks, stepped forward. “We have eleven. Viola Hastings, you’re playing forward. And if anyone on this team has a problem with that, they can run laps until they graduate.”

Viola Hastings didn’t just trip into trouble; she sprinted headfirst, cleats clicking on the polished floor of Cornwall Academy’s admissions office. she's the man 2006

The crack came during a rainy practice. Malcolm, jealous of the new star, ripped Viola’s jersey during a tackle. She spun away, but not before he saw the edge of the white athletic tape. Coach Harris, a grizzled woman who’d been watching