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few years, but now I am starting to look at things a little more seriously.”
“Well, that’s good, because I believe in karma. Shit like that will come back to bite you,” I assured him.
“Are you excited for school tomorrow?” He asked changing the subject again on me.
“Actually, I am. This school offers so many more courses than back home. I am kind of a nerd, I suppose when it comes to school. I just hope I will fit in with the kids here,” I whispered sounding vulnerable.
“Just remember some people will try and be your friend because of what you do, not who you are,” he warned me again. “Keep that in mind and be careful what you tell people. Some girls can turn into crazy psycho stalkers.”
“I will. I’m going to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.” I told him. “We can’t all just lay around on the couch all day playing Xbox,” I jeered. “When do you start your university classes? Next week?” I asked.
He shot me a mean look because of the Xbox comment. “Yeah... and goodnight pest.”
I crawled into bed wondering what tomorrow would really be like. Moose was right. There were probably lots of girls who would try to be my friend once they found out I played for the Gophers. Many just wanted to get to the guys. I would have to have my guard up, but yet not come across as a frigid bitch.
I woke up to Moose shaking me. “Chrissy, what’s wrong?” I didn’t know what he was talking about I was still half a sleep.
“What are you talking about Moose? Do you enjoy waking me up every night or something?” I said not trying to hide my irritation.
“No, you were yelling in your sleep again; it wakes me up.” He persisted with the interrogation. “What’s with all the nightmares you’re having?”
“I was yelling?” I asked. “I don’t have any clue what my dream was about.”
“Maybe you’re stressed out or something?” He asked concerned. I didn’t have an answer for him. “Try to relax a little.”
“Yeah, sorry for waking you up.” I said apologetically.
“No worries, good night I’m going back to bed.” He hurried out of my room.
I wondered why I was having these bad dreams that I couldn’t remember. It wasn’t like me to yell or talk in my sleep. I wasn’t even a big snorer. Maybe subconsciously, I had been more stressed than I realized. I would be sure to try and not let things build up. I also didn’t want these dreams waking Moose up nightly. He would start to get mad at me for it eventually. I needed to learn to relax a little more.
Taking it Day, by Day
I woke up feeling like I wanted to crawl back into bed. I obviously didn’t sleep well. I noticed that my duvet was on the floor. I must have kicked it off during the night.
I showered, then walked upstairs to the quiet kitchen. The Peats were never home. There was always a dinner prepared for Moose and I to shove into the oven. They seemed like very busy people. It was kind of nice to have the extra privacy. It made me feel like I was living on my own. I poured a bowl of cereal, cut up a banana and threw some bread into the toaster.
After I ate all my breakfast; I washed my dishes and went back downstairs. I brushed my teeth, then threw my hair up into a ponytail. I grabbed my book bag and threw it over my shoulder. The school was only about half a mile from the house. It wasn’t a bad walk.
I wondered if any of the guys from my team would be in any of my classes. I doubted it. I was in mostly gifted classes, with the exception of three. I was told it would be tougher to take the gifted program and play, but I didn’t care.
School was important. What if something happened and I couldn’t play anymore. I would need my education to get a good job. Not only that; if I did play, what about after? When I was too old to play, but still to young to retire. I would need to find a good job then. I knew the importance of my education. I was also very relieved when back in Dryden, Ben had explained the
“Well, that’s good, because I believe in karma. Shit like that will come back to bite you,” I assured him.
“Are you excited for school tomorrow?” He asked changing the subject again on me.
“Actually, I am. This school offers so many more courses than back home. I am kind of a nerd, I suppose when it comes to school. I just hope I will fit in with the kids here,” I whispered sounding vulnerable.
“Just remember some people will try and be your friend because of what you do, not who you are,” he warned me again. “Keep that in mind and be careful what you tell people. Some girls can turn into crazy psycho stalkers.”
“I will. I’m going to bed. I have an early day tomorrow.” I told him. “We can’t all just lay around on the couch all day playing Xbox,” I jeered. “When do you start your university classes? Next week?” I asked.
He shot me a mean look because of the Xbox comment. “Yeah... and goodnight pest.”
I crawled into bed wondering what tomorrow would really be like. Moose was right. There were probably lots of girls who would try to be my friend once they found out I played for the Gophers. Many just wanted to get to the guys. I would have to have my guard up, but yet not come across as a frigid bitch.
I woke up to Moose shaking me. “Chrissy, what’s wrong?” I didn’t know what he was talking about I was still half a sleep.
“What are you talking about Moose? Do you enjoy waking me up every night or something?” I said not trying to hide my irritation.
“No, you were yelling in your sleep again; it wakes me up.” He persisted with the interrogation. “What’s with all the nightmares you’re having?”
“I was yelling?” I asked. “I don’t have any clue what my dream was about.”
“Maybe you’re stressed out or something?” He asked concerned. I didn’t have an answer for him. “Try to relax a little.”
“Yeah, sorry for waking you up.” I said apologetically.
“No worries, good night I’m going back to bed.” He hurried out of my room.
I wondered why I was having these bad dreams that I couldn’t remember. It wasn’t like me to yell or talk in my sleep. I wasn’t even a big snorer. Maybe subconsciously, I had been more stressed than I realized. I would be sure to try and not let things build up. I also didn’t want these dreams waking Moose up nightly. He would start to get mad at me for it eventually. I needed to learn to relax a little more.
Taking it Day, by Day
I woke up feeling like I wanted to crawl back into bed. I obviously didn’t sleep well. I noticed that my duvet was on the floor. I must have kicked it off during the night.
I showered, then walked upstairs to the quiet kitchen. The Peats were never home. There was always a dinner prepared for Moose and I to shove into the oven. They seemed like very busy people. It was kind of nice to have the extra privacy. It made me feel like I was living on my own. I poured a bowl of cereal, cut up a banana and threw some bread into the toaster.
After I ate all my breakfast; I washed my dishes and went back downstairs. I brushed my teeth, then threw my hair up into a ponytail. I grabbed my book bag and threw it over my shoulder. The school was only about half a mile from the house. It wasn’t a bad walk.
I wondered if any of the guys from my team would be in any of my classes. I doubted it. I was in mostly gifted classes, with the exception of three. I was told it would be tougher to take the gifted program and play, but I didn’t care.
School was important. What if something happened and I couldn’t play anymore. I would need my education to get a good job. Not only that; if I did play, what about after? When I was too old to play, but still to young to retire. I would need to find a good job then. I knew the importance of my education. I was also very relieved when back in Dryden, Ben had explained the
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