Run (Sequel to Broken Walls)// L.T. *AU* *On Hold*

•Chapter 9: Cheers•

Enjoy the update!

-Jess xx

Status: Edited

P.S. The beginning may seem a bit confusing after what the last chapter left off on, but at the end you will understand.

Camilla P.O.V.

The heel of the white cleat digs into the green grass, trying to get my mind to focus on the task that lays out in front of me.

Girls of all sizes line up along the indoor field, talking excitedly about the season ahead. Some toy a football between their feet and I remain quite, hands knitted behind my back, eyes focused on the ground. My ankles roll, stretching them before we start to go through training.

I haven't played football since tenth grade, when my life started going in a dark and painful direction. It was an outlet, I would put all my anger in hitting the ball into the goal and defending one of my teammates.

Sadie told me about tryouts today, since her sister is playing for the team here. This is preseason rec., and we start in a few weeks, stretching till the end of the year. It was way too late for the fall season since it's already ended, but we still represent the school.

My stomach won't stop churning and I feel horrible. I woke up with a horrible hangover only hours ago and I'm so afraid my barf will end up on my teammates.

"Alright ladies!"

A woman's loud voice and clap startles me and I jump, my attention now on her. She is a five foot something lady, hair up in a blonde ponytail, wearing an Adidas jacket and Nike shorts with black Nike sneakers. She looks like she means business as she holds a wooden clipboard in her manicured hands, writing a quick note down. The whole line stiffens, standing up straighter as she walks down the line.

"Wow, this is a great turnout. I have every one of your names, allergies, and ages on this clipboard here. This will be your first official day of tryouts. Tryouts. Meaning you are not automatically on the team, capishe?" She speaks loudly walking past me, looking at all of our legs. "I am Coach Murn. The requirements to be on this team are as follows; no drug or alcohol abuse, good academic grades and behavior, and you must be a junior or above. Anyone who is younger, please head to the gym across from this one. You will be trying out for JV, this is obviously varsity."

Some girls huff in annoyance and half the girls file out of the gym, into the parallel one. Out of 30 there's 16 of us left, so we bunch together a bit more.

"The boys team will be sharing half the gym with us on weekdays. On weekends, there is no practice but there will be games. The boys team should actually be meeting in here in ten minutes, so let me explain before it gets too rowdy." She talks a bit in a softer tone and we nod.

"I do not expect you to be perfect. But I do expect you to try the hardest you can. If you are out partying on the weekends or weekdays, don't expect to play the next day when you have a hangover. Matter a fact, you won't play at all. You will be benched for the rest of the season. I have a zero tolerance policy for alcohol." She says sternly and my stomach churns again. I have a slight headache from all the alcohol I drank.

"Now that that is out of the way, lets talk about games. We will most likely have games every other day, sometimes two games in a row. I expect you to be on time ready, and out on the field by the time I get there. You are to all be matching. On days that are cold you may wear under armor but it must be black. We are professional, if we are not matching we are going to look like fools to the other team. Get it?" We all nod and she continues. "Everyday we will meet here at three o'clock in the gym, until further notice. You are to have cleats, regular sneakers, practice wear, knee high socks, and shin guards. If you don't have that, you don't play."