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Nantucket Blue

Nantucket Blue

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For Cricket Thompson, a summer like this one will change everything. A summer spent on Nantucket with her best friend, Jules Clayton, and the indomitable Clayton family. A summer when she'll make the almost unattainable Jay Logan hers. A summer to surpass all dreams.

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For Cricket Thompson, a summer like this one will change everything. A summer spent on Nantucket with her best friend, Jules Clayton, and the indomitable Clayton family. A summer when she'll make the almost unattainable Jay Logan hers. A summer to surpass all dreams.

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been suspended for drinking on campus, we were supposedto win that game. The sun was high and white and the breezecarried the scent of sweaty, shampooed girls and a whiff of the fresh asphalt from the school’s newly paved driveway. The sky was bright blue with three marshmallow clouds. It was such a perfect day for a lacrosse game in Rhode Islandthat it was hard to imagine anything else was happeninganywhere in the world. I wiped my forehead with my arm,blinking my eyes against the sting of sunscreen. My cheeks were hot, my ponytail was tight, and my legs were aching tosprint. We were playing Alden, our school’s rival for the pasthundred years. It used to be all girls, like us, but went co-ed
 
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fifty years ago. They’d been pretty weak all season becauseHannah Higgins, Cat Whiting, Sarah McKinnon, and basi-cally all of their strong seniors graduated last year, givingthe Rosewood School for Girls a chance to break a ten-yearlosing streak. We’d kicked their ass when we played themat an away game, kicked everyone’s ass all season long. Ourgirls’ varsity lacrosse team was, for the first time in a decade,undefeated, and yet here we were, tied on our own turf withthree minutes left on the clock, the ball in Alden’s controlas they tossed it around, calling out code words for plays:“Princeton,” “Bates,” “Hobart,” “St. Lawrence”—probably  where the seniors were headed in the fall. Some of themshould’ve studied a little harder.For a moment there, it was hard to care. It was kind of hard to care about anything the last week of school withclasses, APs, and exams behind us, and summer so close,I could almost taste it. (What does summer taste like?Iced lemonade and fried clams.) The only things left wereFounders Day, Prize Day, and watching the seniors graduate.But all it took was a glance to the sidelines to beginto care, and care a lot. The silver bleachers, which usually glared as the sun hit the empty metallic seats, were filled with girls in variations of the school uniform. Siblings fromthe lower and middle school spilled onto the grass in frontof them. Parents sat forward in their collapsible spectatorchairs. As usual, mine were not among them. My mother was correcting papers in her fifth-grade classroom, and my father was at his office in the English Department at Rhode

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