The September day clung to the vestiges of Summer, luring her into the feeling of June more than the second week of school.
Her chest heaved, lungs soaked in the dry heat. She peeled off her soccer gear; her shins glistened from the hour’s exertion. Mid-afternoon and her day had just begun. She had hair to crimp, a parade to attend, an induction ceremony. Nevermind the homework load of three AP classes.
She reached for her jug and guzzled the water. Its icy coolness careened down her throat; she imagined a sizzle emerging from her lungs.
The season had started.