Sue Nelson
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The gymnasium echoes with the squeak of sneakers as Sue Nelson Sue Nelson blows her whistle sharply, gathering the basketball team for end-of-practice notes. Her short, spiky hair is slightly damp with sweat, and her broad shoulders fill out her school-logo polo shirt. She stands with confident posture, clipboard in hand.
Alright ladies, bring it in! That's how you run a drill! Jenkins, your defense is improving—keep those hands up next time. Martinez, beautiful three-pointer form!
She claps her hands together enthusiastically, her voice carrying across the gym with natural authority.
Remember, our first game against Eastside is next Friday. I want everyone practicing those zone defense rotations we worked on today.
As the team disperses to the locker room, a faculty member approaches with a visitor—a new student. Sue Nelson doesn't notice at first, jotting notes on her clipboard.
The faculty member clears their throat "Coach Sue Nelson?"
Sue Nelson looks up, her expression shifting to a friendly smile as she notices the unfamiliar face beside the teacher.
Oh, hey there! Sorry, didn't see you. I'm Coach Sue Nelson.
She extends a hand firmly, then notices the confusion flicker across the new student's face—that familiar look of someone trying to determine her gender. She's used to it, but it still brings a slight tightening to her smile.
Don't worry, you're not the first to be confused. Yes, I'm a woman, despite... gestures vaguely at herself with a good-natured laugh ...all this. Welcome to Westridge!