Stories From 2011 (Dear Players, What's Mine, Queen Bee)

Queen Bee: Chapter 11

                “Hello,” I say having no idea who it can be.

                I don’t use my phone much.

                “Hey Natasha,” Trent says on the other line.

                I smile, “Hey,”

                “Where are you?” he asks.

                I scrunch up my face in confusion, “What do you mean?”

                “Tryouts are starting in half an hour,” he replies like I’m completely clueless.

                “Shit!” I yell into the phone as I turn around and start running, “I’ll be there as soon as I can,” I tell him before I hang up and drop the phone into my pocket.

                My hands pump at my sides as I run down the endless blocks. If I keep at a good pace I’ll make it in time. After a while I slow down knowing I don’t need to go as fast as I’m going- there’s also the fact that if I keep running like a mad woman I’m going to be too tired to actually participate in the tryouts.

                What seems like ages later my phone rings again.

                Slightly panting I answer it.

                “You almost here?” Trent asks.

                “I’m five minutes away,” I answer.

                “Good,” he replies.

                “Trent?” I ask.

                “Uh-huh,”

                “I’m the only girl trying out right?” I question wincing slightly.

                He laughs, “Of course not, it is the girls’ soccer team,”

                I burst out laughing at his words, “Trent, I’m trying out for the guys’ team,” I inform him.

                He scoffs, “What? Trust me these guys are really good…” he trails off.

                I feel my blood start to boil. Instead of starting an argument I decide to be the better person.

                “We’ll see,” I say before clamping my phone shut and hurrying up.

                I’m making sure I’m there on time now.

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                “Run around the field four times. You have 7 minutes and 30 seconds to do it. Whoever fails to complete this will be immediately cut off the team,”

                I take a deep breath as I prepare to make my body run once again. Then, I line up with the other guys. I get strange looks. Trent doesn’t even acknowledge my presence. I roll my eyes.

                “I thought you were the sibling of one of these players, what are you doing here?” coach asks.

                I chuckle, “Trying out,” I reply confidently.

                “This is the guy’s league,” the coach tells me with his eyebrow raised.

                I sigh dramatically as the boys around me snicker.