wristbands (anne pov)

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one minute, me and sash are giggling and swinging our hair around. the next, she gets pulled out into the group of cheerleaders, popular girls crowding around him. i head over to the tennis courtand my coach immediately puts a wristband on me, like the kind from the hospital.

"alright my tennis girls, come on over!" coach yells, running over to the court. i sigh, trying to look at sasha from afar but it's hard to see her when every cheerleader looks the same.

"boonchuy!" i jolt at my last name being screeched by the coach. i can feel the tennis players staring at me, their eyes burning my skin.

i do feel one stare that didn't burn, and i can recognize it immediately.

it's sasha.

i let my eyes follow the stare, until i reach the smiling face of sasha. i start running over to sasha, feeling my face warm up. every time i see her, my face gets warm for some reason.

"sash! i couldn't find you! what's up du-" i yelled over to sasha, before my coach screams at me and i get snapped back to reality.

"BOONCHUY. GET OVER HERE!" she screeched. i feel tears well up in my eyes but crying in middle school is like getting a nosebleed in a pool of sharks. i sadly pull away from sasha and walk up to my coach, sniffling and wiping my eyes.

"yes?" i mutter, biting her lip and trying not to cry. i hate being in trouble, and i  HATE when people don't like me.

my coach stomps her foot with frustration and harshly grabs my wrist.

"show me your wristband. now." my coach yells. scrunching her nose a bit. i tap my wristband and avoid looking her in the eye.

"and your name is anne on here. is that correct?" the coach stated, sucking her teeth. i nod quickly. i know this question.

"you know what i mean!" the coach yelped, pursing her lips. she tapped her foot on the ground, growing impatient of waiting for my answer.

"yes, it is my name." i sighed, becoming extremely frustrated with her.

"mhm." the coach rolled her eyes at me and then dismissed me. sasha glares over at me and we both start dying of laughter over how bonkers my coach is.

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as i get onto the court, i notice a class walk into the gym and sit on the bleachers. i squint my eyes at them, trying to figure out if it's marcy's first period class.

it is not.

marcy has mr. vierra. this is mrs. anderson. i sigh and look away.

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 22, 2022 ⏰

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