"You can see it!" Nicole said, excitedly.
I climbed over Mackenzie's lap and looked out of the airplane window, looking at the state of California below us.
"This is so exciting," Mackenzie sighed, a bright smile across her face.
I climbed back into my own seat as the seatbelt light turned on.
"I can't believe we're on an all-expense paid trip to California," Mackenzie squealed.
"It's not a pleasure trip," I reminded her, as the flight attendant came around to check our seatbelts. "It's a volleyball tournament."
"What do you think the meeting is about tonight in the hotel lobby?" Nicole asked.
"Coach Kat is probably going to announce the Captain and co-captain," I answered.
"Well we know Trin got Captain," Mackenzie said to Nicole. "So who got co?"
"I did not get Captain," I argued.
"Oh shut up," Nicole said, reaching over Mackenzie to slap my arm. "You know you did."
"I think you got co-captain," Mackenzie said to Nicole. "I was out for months with my knee."
"No way," Nicole said, shaking her head. "You are undoubtedly more of a leader than I am."
"Would you guys stop?" I asked. "We don't even know if the meeting tonight is about captains. And for all we know it could be one of the Freshmen."
We all connected eyes and burst into giggles.
"Hey Trinity," Mary called, across the aisle.
"What's up?" I asked, turning to face her.
"When does the tournament start?"
"So why are we here so early?"
"We get to practice on the courts, do some conditioning, and do a little sight-seeing before the tournament starts."
"That sounds like so much fun!" Mary paused for a moment. "Well not the conditioning part." She smiled at me. "Thanks!"
I turned back to Nicole and Mackenzie, who were having an intense argument over the cutest member of One Direction.
Nicole, Mackenzie, and I talked amongst ourselves as the plane landed, and I felt the excitement growing in my stomach.
"And for the record," I said, as we unloaded our carry-ons, "Nick Jonas beats any member of One Direction any day."
Nicole and Mackenzie's jaws dropped.
"We are no longer friends," Mackenzie clarified, as we filed out off of the plane.
"I only speak the truth," I sang, waiting for the rest of the team to file off of the plane.
"Head count!" Coach Kat sang, as she approached our group. She hummed to herself as she counted us. "And we're all here! To the baggage claim my darlings."
Nicole, Mackenzie, and I linked arms, laughing and talking our way to the baggage claim.
"I don't know if we'll be able to find Mackenzie's suitcase," I said to Coach Kat, as we reached the baggage claim.
"It blends in so well," Nicole added, with a straight face.
Coach Kat looked between the three of us, a smile tugging at her lips. "What are you girls up to?"
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Monroe Academy for the ArtsTeen Fiction
Completed. Thousands of students apply, and only 75 get in per year. This prestigious academy is seemingly perfect on the outside, it's every student's dream. But the students struggle to keep up the facade. Each student holds a secret, something de...