Chapter 1

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Hello everyone thanks for reading my book, or looking at it, I don't know how short the chapters are but I promise they will get longer, and also above is who I chose to play paisley.
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Paisley's POV

I could stay in bed all day I wouldn't have to try out, and embarrass myself in front of the whole soccer team.
When I had first woken up I had that taste in my mouth. Morning Breath. I hate that taste. I had to instantly get out of bed and take the 15ft walk to my bathroom from my bed. Well it was more like 25ft but who's counting.
I looked over at the sink to grab my green and blue toothbrush I had since last year. It didn't smell. No bristles were gone. It worked just fine so why not?
I put the minty blue paste on the brush and gently started brushing in a circular motion. One, two, three, four...one-nineteen, one-twenty. I put the brush back into the glass container, and headed back to my living space.
As soon as I got into my sanctuary I plopped down on the ground next to my gym bag. Cleats, and socks go into the zipper compartment while my days outfit goes into the big one. I grabbed jeans from Abrocrombie & Fitch, and a cute dressy shirt from Hollister.
Making sure I had everything I pulled my hair into a braid, and put on my athletics clothes that badly needed a long soak.
I stepped down the stairs in a pattern right, left, right, right, left into the kitchen looking over all the amazing food choices Oreos, Hot Fries, Nuttela On The Go, and Moon Pies but I had been changing, and today was the first day of try-outs so I grabbed the healthiest choice. A banana and a Gatorade. My favorite Glacier Cherry.
The bus would come soon so I decided on my white converse, and my lucky socks for today.
I started tying my tennis shoes while eating a sausage biscuit I heated up in the microwave. Grabbing my phone, and yellow OP backpack I headed out to wait on the old overused bus.
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Emily, and Trinity were waiting for my at the door of home room. We only have 2 classes together and this is not one of them, but we get each other Starbucks on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Emily on Monday, me on Wednesday, and Trinity on Friday.
"Thanks Em" I said while sipping my carmel frappachino with extra drizzle.
"Welcome babe" She replied while heading down the hall.
The bell rang as I started for my seat. I finally had time to think, well for 8 minutes. Considering that's how long homeroom is.
I knew just what to think about. One word, Dalton. He has been my whole universe for 8 months now and my best friend for 7 years. He finally got the courage to ask me out when I Told him I was moving, but little did he know it was an April Fools prank (He really dosent keep up with the days)
He has blonde hair, and blue eyes, the usual for me when it came to dating. Everyone I had ever dated had those traits, and if you don't, you get rejected on the spot. I don't know why I like it like that I just do. Something about the color palate or the way there eyes sparkle in the sun. It just works.
I have him 2nd, 4th, and 7th. My favorite periods of the day. Second was Science Ap, Forth was BMI (a technology class), and 7th was JROTC (a military training thing)
I looked at the clock, and for the remainder of the time listened to how annoying the girl to my right was. "Oh you like starbucks too?" She questioned staring right at the drink in my hand.
"No I just drink them to fatten me up!." I replied sarcastically while taking a sip.

"Oh that's cool I drink them to drink them" she said chuckling t herself ounding so interested.
She was this nerdy girl that had braces, and glasses. You know like that Ugly Betty girl.
Anyway the bell rang and I was headed to the only period I dreaded, Athletics.

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"Again" coach yelled.

"Again" She blew the whistle

"Again" she blew it again

"Okay, if everyone dosent give it their all we will do this until the bell rings, and I won't care if your late, Again!"

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