I've never dedicated a chapter, but without her this book would be flopping around like a dying fish right now.
The following Friday night, my mom and dad walked into the living room.
"We have a tour booked for UNC Chapel Hill tomorrow." My mom said, sitting down on the couch next to me. I hadn't forgotten about the tour. It had been scheduled back in September, and I had been counting down the days, but had stopped counting with eight days left.
"We don't have to go." I shrugged, pausing the Nicholas Sparks movie and turning to meet my parents gaze.
"Of course we do! You're still going to college." My dad said with a laugh.
"But not for football and it was an athlete tour, so let's just look somewhere else." I said.
"Well it is too late to cancel. Matt is coming with us." My mom said, patting my good leg and following my father out of the room to the sound of my loud groan.
Over in Fort Worth, Luke, Grant, and Kyle - two other guys on the team - were attempting revenge.
"Did you get the blue and yellow paint." Luke asked, dressed in all black. He never took his eyes off the school as he spoke.
"Yup." Kyle held up the gallons of interior paint.
"Good." Luke got out of the car and crossed the parking lot like he was on an international spy mission, dodging around and trying to stay out of the sight.
Except it was eight o'clock on a Friday night and no one was there.
When they made it to the locker room, they placed two planks of wood over the door that they had cracked open and placed the two cans of paint on them.
"Well, this isn't equal to Britt's injury... but it is gonna be a pain to wash off." Luke decided, placing his hands on his hips.
"Lets go move the car and wait." Grant said, nodding toward the parking lot.
The next morning, Luke woke up and stretched. He rolled his neck and saw the time - 9:45.
"Guys." He said, slapping Kyle.
"What?" Kyle groaned, sitting up.
"Its 9:45. They should be there." Luke said.
Someone had tipped them off that the team would be meeting this morning.
Just as Grant groaned and sat up in the backseat, there was a scream from inside the building.
"Wow, that didn't sound like a group of..." Kyle said.
Suddenly the doors to the locker room flew open a group of blue and yellow people ran out.
Wearing yoga pants and pony tails and holding field hockey sticks.
"Oh... my God." Grant said, his eyes widening.
"We just painted the field hockey team." Luke said, not taking his eyes off the angry group of girls.
"Drive. Drive. DRIVE!" Kyle yelled, smacking Luke.
Luke fumbled with the keys and took off out of the parking lot.
Over in Friarburg I was grumbling about stupid college tours and trying to get dressed.
"Do you need help?" My mom called from the hallway.
"No." I grumbled.
My phone lit up and I hit end without even looking.
Nick had been trying to call me all week and I had continued to ignore him.
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The Game Plan
Teen Fiction"You're Britt Manning?" He asked, his face full of shock. "Uh yes." I said, laughing. "What?" I asked as he continued to stare at me in shock. "You're not what I expected." He said, his expression becoming amused. "What were you expecting?" I asked...
