Chapter 117: Thunderhawks vs Ridgewood Lynx (2)  

4th Quarter – 7:58 Remaining

Thunderhawks 52 – Ridgewood Lynx 40

 

The Middle School gym felt like a pressure cooker. The roar of the earlier quarters had softened into a tense, collective silence an audience on the verge of either despair or eruption. Every breath, every movement, every squeak of a sneaker echoed louder now. No phones up. No distracted eyes. Just hearts pounding and eyes locked on the hardwood.

 

The scoreboard above flashed red: 7:58 remaining.

 

Charlotte Graves bent low as the ball was inbounded. Her palms brushed across her shorts, not just for grip but ritual. Her golden eyes glinted beneath sweat-soaked bangs.

 

"Let's close it out. Lock in," she growled, voice low and firm. Her teammates heard it. Felt it.