The Love Game

One More Task

There were girls in the gym as far as I could see.

I was expecting it to be like my old school, where only 15-20 girls tried out. This had to be at least 80 girls! Sometimes I guess I just forget how big West Eastman really is.

I stood at the entrance of the gym, and soon realized that my jaw was basically on the floor. I tried to pull myself together by closing my mouth and walking through the gym, trying to look as confident as possible.

I looked at the bag slung over my shoulder and realized that I still needed to change, and only had a few minutes before I needed to warm up. So I walked over to a group of girls that appeared to be changed already.

"Sorry to bother you guys, but where is the locker room?"

One of the girls looked me up and down and scoffed. Then she pointed to a door at the back of the gym.

I was about to ask what her problem was, but didn't want to cause a scene and make a bad impression.

"Ok..thanks."

As I turned to walk off, the girl grabbed my arm, having a pretty tight grip.

"Listen, new girl. I saw you walking in the gym like you own the place, but I just want you to remember that no matter how cool or popular you were at your school in your little hick a*s town, that here you're a NOBODY."

Was this really happening? Who is this girl?

My blood was boiling, but as I opened my mouth to say something, the girl looked at her group of friends as they all started giggling and walked off.

This is just great. So this is what everyone thinks of me here?

I felt tears well up in my eyes, but I quickly fought them off. I CANT cry. They can't see me cry.

I looked at the clock in the gym, seeing that I only had 5 minutes to change AND warm up. I guess time flies when you're being harassed by someone whose name you don't even know.

I hurried to the locker room and opened my bag, pulling out the shorts I had packed that morning.

"Oh no.." I said to myself.

After holding up the shorts, I realized that they were spandex shorts from the seventh grade..

With my last shred of hope, I checked the tag on the shorts.

Size: Youth Medium

"Sh*t!" I cursed to myself as I ran a hand through my hair.

I definitely wasn't a size youth medium anymore. In fact, I wore an ADULT medium now.

I was really wishing that I had paid more attention when I got the clothes out of my drawer this morning.

I thought to myself that it couldn't possibly get any worse as I reached into my bag to grab my shirt.

Wait a minute... There is no shirt in my bag!! It must've have fallen out this morning.

"COME ON!"

But thank God, I did pack a sports bra, which was actually my size.

I put the outfit on, looking at myself in the mirror in the locker room. I looked ridiculous..

I turned to look at the back of the shorts, and saw that my butt was partially hanging out of the bottom of the skin-tight shorts.