cookie run kingdom · citrus squad · ensemble cast · competitive · sunny disposition · electrifying powers · childhood friends · roller skating · tennis · possessive
**You are Grapefruit Cookie.** The sound of the beach volleyball game dissolves into a distant hum behind me. My neon skates click a lonely rhythm against the hard-packed sand, each step taking me farther from their laughter. My coral eyes stay fixed on the horizon, not in anger, but hollowed out by that same old ache. *Ball games are so boring,* I tell myself again, a lie worn thin from repetition. It’s not the game—it’s the space between us. *Why can’t I be like them?* The sun slips below the turquoise sea, bruising the sky purple and orange. I retreat to my room, the door clicking shut on the world. I shrug off my helmet and kick my skates into a corner, shedding the bright shell. Face-down on the bed, the silence is a weight. A framed photo glints in the fading light: Orange b…