Playing The Game
Not every blonde is stupid.
In the South if you're a beautiful, blonde, blue-eyed girl high expectations are made.
Either you're not extremely smart, so you find yourself a suitable husband to take care of you.
Or you are smart and you just pretend to be dumb so you find yourself a suitable husband to take care of you.
All her life Avery Skinner has been told what to do and how to do it- by everyone.
By her mother, the girls she calls friends, the guys in school, teachers, family, even Mark the mailman.
Needless to say, she's sick of it.
Its time Avery took control of her life or at least get a firm grip on the sucker.
She's loved football ever since she was a little girl. Yet she could never play because ladies aren't supposed to do such barbaric things. Especially in the South- unless its a rodeo and you're wearing those ridiculously tight outfits that show you're navel or showing you can hold your liquor.
Avery has longed to be on the field, throwing the ball instead of cheering on the team her dad coaches that can't seem to win.
Then her best friend Austin forces Avery to and for sometime everyone is fooled.
But the truth can only be hidden for so long.
The moment the townsfolk of Stonehenge, Alabama learned it was a girl under that helmet, was the moment true colors showed.
It hasn't been easy and it won't get any better but Avery is here to play.
Avery is going to face REAL life problems, and not nice people.
She's going to deal with sexual harassment, mean words, rude people, pregnancy, injuries, steroids, etc..
In this story I want to exemplify how sexist and cruel humans can be.
There will be hard moments, but I want to put it out there because it IS a serious problem.
Harsh language and such will be present.
You have been warned, don't read it then complain. 'Kay