Miss America

Chapter 6

      It's day two of the tryouts and it's Friday morning at 5:30 am and by the end of the day we find out if I made the team.

It was harder to get out of bed today, I liked my warm bedsheets.

I go back in the routine barely getting myself dressed, and restart the whole routine from yesterday. I'm sitting down eating breakfast when Grayson waltzes in the front door.

"Morning Miss America."

"Hey Grayson. Help yourself to coffee or anything."

"Sure, we still got a few minutes." He grabs a mug out the cabinet and pours himself a cup.

"Morning my beautiful babies." Aunt Nina says coming down the stairs in her robe, and hair tied up.

"Nina you didn't give birth to either of us." Grayson says with a laugh sipping his black coffee.

Weirdo

"No however I was the one who taught her how to use the big girl bathroom, and I cleaned your bed sheets that one time your parents were out of town; I was babysitting you, and you wet the bed. So in my head you're all my babies." We both stay quiet while she continues to talk about me as a kid, and how I called her when I had my first period.

This was a painful conversation

"Alright it's almost 6:30 we got to go before we're late." I roll my eyes and try to stuff my face with as much food as possible, and head out the door. Thankfully my Aunt gave us a ride today to the school.

When I get to the locker room I just sprawl out and stretch on the ground, back at my public school in Philly I would've never done this, but the floors are clean here and looked almost new.

"Come head into the boys locker room, put on some trainers!" Someone calls and bangs on the door.

I walk down the hall nervously with my sneakers on my feet knowing this probably means we're doing conditioning instead of just soccer.

What if I'm unable to keep up with all of the guys, biologically I'm impaired compared to them. But I shake my head and remember some of these boys are pretty scrawny with no muscle tone. I could beat up half of them with my left arm taped behind my back.

"Today we're starting with conditioning then moving into a scrimmage again." Coach Thompson says leaving a few groans throughout the group.

We start out in the weight room, which looked like a whole gym. It had multiple bench sets, dumbbells, treadmills, anything you'd see in a gym.

We start out with doing sets of squats with the weighted bars on our shoulders. Coach groups us up based on our physiques, he puts me in the group with the smaller boys.

We continued with more on the workout, focusing mainly on our leg muscles. 

After two hours of this I feel like my legs are going to collapse but I pull myself together for the scrimmage.

We start playing but this time Grayson is on the other team, which is kind of disappointing. He's the only one of these guys I somewhat know, I'd even say we're friends.

but he disagrees

The games getting close to an end when my team is a point ahead of Grayson's. At this point it was a game between him and I. There's been some pushing and slight shoving but nothing that would be flagged in a real game.