"Wake up up Hannah you have to get ready to go to my football camp. You promised you would help."
"Alright give me a second to wake up." I say and as my dad exits the room gently closing the door behind him. I look at the clock and it's 6:30 A.M. Fuck I don't want to get up to help my dad with his gay ass football camp, there will be nothing but ugly ass sweaty guys. Which I'm not interested in thinking of guys considering my last fake relationship by that dick head Caleb I think his name was... I don't really remember his name. All I remember is that he played me because he was a sexual predator. All he wanted to do was make out and grab ass. I have dated him so many times in the past if only I could take a fucking clue. It's not that I had strong feelings for the guy cause I didn't its just I hate getting played. I just want to...
"Get out of bed you said you were going to get up, come on we have to leave soon, and you said you were going to shower it's been 10 minuets lets go." My father states vanishing me from my thoughts about Caleb.
"Thank you I just got lost in my thoughts sorry." I say, obviously annoyed by my thoughts.
I struggle to finally climb out of bed since that was the second time my father has came into my room to wake me. After taking my time to get out of bed I go into the bathroom and start the shower. The worm water feels great on my hand as I remember I need to grab cloths so I exit the room. I enter the laundry room to retrieve some cloths for the day. I grab skinny jeans and a cute shirt, that will be okay right? I don't want to look like I'm trying to look good, but I don't want to look like complete shit. Alright fuck it skinny jeans and a cute shirt it is. After a refreshing shower I find my self applying mascara, that is the only make up I will wear. I wont wear to much cause I will look like a slut. While putting on my make up I am listening to Take me home by One Direction. That is a good ass album.
Roughly 20 minuets later my dad and I leave the House. I fucking hate that fact that we live in the middle of no wear, I bet it's everyone's dream to live 30 minuets away from civilization. The car ride is quiet for the most part and I hope it stays this way.
"Hannah you should really play football for me this year you're really fast, and I think you could become the tail back for my team. I know when you used to play you got called names and such, but you don't understand you're good. No girl plays football you should be the one to change that. School football is different then park and recreational football."
"Dad, thank you for that speech it was inspirational but no thanks. I will struggle with grades I'm so dumb, last year I had all D's and F's for grades I just can't. I also don't know if I can go through all the judging again it kills me, and I don't want to have a bad reputation. I'm sorry and I don't want to disappoint you daddy, but I just can't." I say my voice shaky from all the memories coming back.
"You're wasting your time playing football this is a guy sport you must just be a lesbian or something." The words keep replaying in my mind. Part of me wants to play just to show all the haters that girls can do what ever the hell they want. The other half is reminding me that not only one person will be saying that, but many more. Fuck I need to stop thinking so hard. Now I have a headache just what I was looking for. What time is it anyway? I quickly reach for my pocket to grab my phone to check the time. Alright its 7:04 were making good time so far.
This day will be dreadful I can't imagine how much it will suck sitting in a football office at a school signing in equipment. I guess I can look at the bright side that there will be some cute guys there, at least I hope there is. Wow maybe I am ready to start dating again. Aren't I? I mean the break up wasn't bad with Caleb it wasn't bad at all. He just said it wasn't working out, and I did not feel the slightest bit of sadness go through my body when he said that. The only thing I felt was disappointment that he couldn't break up with me in person. Screw it I am ready to date, I am sure there is plenty of thirsty guys out there to at least flirt with to see how I feel. I finally look at my phone to check the time shit it's 7:23 I have been thinking of football players for 15 minuets I think to my self before I gently lay my head on the cold but yet refreshing glass window inside my dads challenger. I wait patiently until we arrive to the middle school.