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rest of our crazy. Amy and Keesh have always been the ones to stick up for our group when Steph and I would rather just ignore any problems. We’ve all been the girlie pieces to our puzzle of friendship. With one piece missing, we just have never seemed complete.
Who knew high school would change that. And, so soon.
We were supposed to be forever .
Chapter Nine
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I can’t believe soccer tryouts are Monday. It’s only been a little over a month since school started, and the thought of running for hours after school during practice seems daunting, but my fat ass can use the exercise. This Healthy Kids crap is not helping any either, I just get home from school starving, and binge with some Skinny Cow ice creams—because one is not enough—and a diet soda. My mom is going to have to do some grocery shopping. Carrots and fat-free yogurt is not going to cut it once practice starts. French Fries. I’m going to need some French Fries.
Both Keesha and I are going to try out—she’ll probably make Varsity and I might be lucky enough to make the freshmen team. I love to play sports but I’m just not naturally athletic, especially with soccer. Keesh is good, though. She’s like the players in the World Cup. That freakin’ good. Really. She can do all kinds of tricks and stuff. I’m lucky if I don’t trip while I’m dribbling the ball. My dad actually laughs at me. Really, he laughs at me. The few times he’s been to my games, he joked he didn’t want to tell anyone I was his daughter. Funny, but sad.
Seriously, I’m not that bad. One time I even made a goal—it wasn’t intentional or anything, but it was still a goal. Keesha was taking a corner kick and I was standing in my spot in the goal. Before I knew it the ball hit me in the vajayjay —you know, down there—and flew in the goal. I didn’t even realize what happened until everyone started screaming and running toward me to hug and congratulate me. Who cares if I didn’t even mean for it to happen? It was still a goal, my goal.
I wish Steph would try out with us. It’s not like you have to be MLS material to be on the freshmen team. At least, we could be there together. She’s the only one of us who isn’t going to have something to do once soccer starts. Amy is never free now that she and Alex spend every freakin’ waking moment together. She still hangs with us, but she has also started mingling with the senior girls as well. This would’ve probably happened anyway because her older sister, Jen, is a senior, but since she’s with Alex, it only makes it easier for her to ditch us at lunch or after school.
Not all the female seniors enjoy Amy’s company though. The stereotypical hot, stuck-up cheerleaders hate her with a passion, since, they have this prehistoric idea the football players belong to them. The football team kind of sucks, so I would say they can have them, but this is Alex we’re talking about. I guess if I can’t have Alex, I’m secretly happy the stupid rah-rahs can’t have him either, even though Amy will probably be one of them someday anyway. Actually, I’d be much happier if he hadn’t chosen to be with one of my best friends.
It bites how things have changed. Amy doesn’t walk home with us anymore; she goes to the library for tutoring, even though she doesn’t need it, so Alex can give her a ride home after his football practice. How ridiculous is that? Who wants to hang out in the library for two hours after school? By the time she gets home, the rest of us have already debriefed the day, eaten to our hearts content, finished our homework, checked out reruns of The Hills , and been on Facebook a kabillion times. What a waste of time for Amy. Damn, I guess Alex must be worth it. Actually, I know he’s worth it and I wish I knew how worth it he really is.
There go my hormones again.
You would think I’m some middle-aged woman hitting her stride or something with the heat I feel down there,
Who knew high school would change that. And, so soon.
We were supposed to be forever .
Chapter Nine
––––––––
I can’t believe soccer tryouts are Monday. It’s only been a little over a month since school started, and the thought of running for hours after school during practice seems daunting, but my fat ass can use the exercise. This Healthy Kids crap is not helping any either, I just get home from school starving, and binge with some Skinny Cow ice creams—because one is not enough—and a diet soda. My mom is going to have to do some grocery shopping. Carrots and fat-free yogurt is not going to cut it once practice starts. French Fries. I’m going to need some French Fries.
Both Keesha and I are going to try out—she’ll probably make Varsity and I might be lucky enough to make the freshmen team. I love to play sports but I’m just not naturally athletic, especially with soccer. Keesh is good, though. She’s like the players in the World Cup. That freakin’ good. Really. She can do all kinds of tricks and stuff. I’m lucky if I don’t trip while I’m dribbling the ball. My dad actually laughs at me. Really, he laughs at me. The few times he’s been to my games, he joked he didn’t want to tell anyone I was his daughter. Funny, but sad.
Seriously, I’m not that bad. One time I even made a goal—it wasn’t intentional or anything, but it was still a goal. Keesha was taking a corner kick and I was standing in my spot in the goal. Before I knew it the ball hit me in the vajayjay —you know, down there—and flew in the goal. I didn’t even realize what happened until everyone started screaming and running toward me to hug and congratulate me. Who cares if I didn’t even mean for it to happen? It was still a goal, my goal.
I wish Steph would try out with us. It’s not like you have to be MLS material to be on the freshmen team. At least, we could be there together. She’s the only one of us who isn’t going to have something to do once soccer starts. Amy is never free now that she and Alex spend every freakin’ waking moment together. She still hangs with us, but she has also started mingling with the senior girls as well. This would’ve probably happened anyway because her older sister, Jen, is a senior, but since she’s with Alex, it only makes it easier for her to ditch us at lunch or after school.
Not all the female seniors enjoy Amy’s company though. The stereotypical hot, stuck-up cheerleaders hate her with a passion, since, they have this prehistoric idea the football players belong to them. The football team kind of sucks, so I would say they can have them, but this is Alex we’re talking about. I guess if I can’t have Alex, I’m secretly happy the stupid rah-rahs can’t have him either, even though Amy will probably be one of them someday anyway. Actually, I’d be much happier if he hadn’t chosen to be with one of my best friends.
It bites how things have changed. Amy doesn’t walk home with us anymore; she goes to the library for tutoring, even though she doesn’t need it, so Alex can give her a ride home after his football practice. How ridiculous is that? Who wants to hang out in the library for two hours after school? By the time she gets home, the rest of us have already debriefed the day, eaten to our hearts content, finished our homework, checked out reruns of The Hills , and been on Facebook a kabillion times. What a waste of time for Amy. Damn, I guess Alex must be worth it. Actually, I know he’s worth it and I wish I knew how worth it he really is.
There go my hormones again.
You would think I’m some middle-aged woman hitting her stride or something with the heat I feel down there,
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