Football Girl

Chapter 2

   AYANNA'S POV:

"So, do you think you are going to be able to actually be a starter on varsity?" Dad asks after i come inside the house.

    "Um, i don't know, Dad. Today was the first day of tryouts, so i don't even know if i am going to make it on the team. Although, i am going to try my best," I reply and Dad snorts.

 "Oh you'll make the team alright... That school is so small that they probably can't turn anyone down. Of course you can always quit, but if you do that i might have to disown you," he jokes and i roll my eyes.

   "Ha... Ha," I reply and he grins.

"Well, if you can't make varsity then the coach obviously doesn't know what he is doing. I have taught you well," Dad says.

    "Oh, you taught me well, did you?" I say and Dad grins sheepishly

"Ok, maybe not, but close enough,"

  In truth, i taught myself all of what i know about football. My dad always thought that i was too girly to do any sports and boy did i teach him when i showed interest in football. The least girly sport out there...

  Don't get me wrong, though. I do love to shop and my favorite color is pink, but i can like all of those things and still like football.

   After dinner i head up to my room and sit on the bed. All i can hope is that tomorrow is a better day altogether... Better at the new school and better at practice. I miss my friends so much and it didn't help that i didn't make any new ones today, but i guess that all comes in time. Hopefully.

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   BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP.

Ugh, i groan and slam my hand down on the alarm clock and sigh. It is to dang early for this to happen.

      I get up and look at my clothes. I don't know what to wear. I want to make new friends so i don't want to seem like i'm stand-offish, but i also want the guys on the football team to take me serisouly...

     Why does everything have to be so difficult?

Finally, i decide on a purple tank and jeans, and head downstairs to grab a granola bar before heading to school.

    When i arrive, everybody still looks at me and i can tell they are still gossiping about me. What about me, i don't know, but it can't be good from the looks on their faces.

"Hey, princess, are you sore?" A guy, from the football team, sneers. I look over at him and see Bryson grinning beside him.

     "Yeah, if you are sore from yesterday you might want to quit because it will only get worse and worse as the week goes on," Bryson says with an evil glint in his  eyes.

  "No, i'm fine. Are you guys sore? From the looks of it, you guys look a little stiff," I say with a smirk and they glare at me.

      "No, we're not sore!" The other guy snaps and i raise my hands in mock surrender.

"Woah, killer, i was just wondering. No need to bite my head off," I reply and walk away from them. I can hear them talking about me and i can feel them glaring at me as i walk away, but i just keep on going.

     "So, i heard from Bryson that you are trying out for football. That's cute and all, but sweetie, you won't make it," Sharon says and links her arm through mine. I can barely contain the urge to yell at her.

        "Yeah, and i heard you are trying out for cheerleading. That's cute and all, but honey, you won't make it. Just some friendly advise," I sneer and Sharon glares at me.