Running, singing, humming, smiling, words of innocence fill the spring air. Little Maddie, talking so much but not saying anything, meaning no harm, so pure yet so secretive, how can we understand her?

Basketball Fate. By Holli.

Hold still you silly girl! The man yells. She tries not to move, waiting, knowing the worst is about to happen. That basketball had hit so hard, the floor was so slippery, her leg throbbed with a maddening pulse. The needle, prick on the skin, she screams, she faints.