The Coach's Daughter

Chapter 3

I was walking out of my Government class, having two horrible classes done for the day. I headed towards my locker, for my English book, and then to the classroom. I was a little early so there weren't many people in the room. 

A few minutes later Alex walked in. He came and sat by me. "Hey," he said.  

"Hey," I repeated.  

"I have to tell you something," he blurted.  

"What?" I asked.  

"Well... You know how we have lunch together?" I nodded. "Well... I got detention and its during my lunch period." He rambled.  

"Uh... Okay. So I'll just sit with some other friends." I said casually.  

"Phew, I thought you were going to be mad at me," Alex told me.  

"Why would I be mad? And what did you get detention for?" I asked him.  

"I don't know why you would be mad." He said, and continuing on with a giant grin said, "I got detention because I called my Pre-Calc teacher a dummy."  

"What?" I exclaimed.  

"I was working on our assignment, when I asked Miss Hennings, the teacher, for help. She came over and helped explain it but kept rambling and rambling. I had to say something to get her quiet." Alex shrugged innocently. I laughed at his silliness.  

Our English teacher walked in and I saw that it was Mrs. James. She was a fun teacher. At least I'll have one fun class in the morning, I thought. 

We had just started class, when the door flew open, with a cute brown-haired boy coming in. Mrs. James looked at him with a steely glare.  

"And you are?" She asked.  

"Charlie Baker, I'm new here. I'm a junior." The late boy said. Looking closer he looked a little taller than me, maybe 5'9. He was muscular like Alex, enough to show but not too much to look like a body builder. He was in a white v-neck t-shirt, with cargo shorts on. He had black Nike gym shoes on. He wasn't wearing those stupid, middle-of-the-shin basketball socks that so many guys wear. It just looked stupid.  

"Ah, yes the new student. Find a seat."  

Charlie sat down in the only open seat, the very front middle seat.  

Mrs. James continued class. I tuned out of class and into soccer.  

It was my favorite sport. It was also one of the toughest. People think football is tougher but if you think about it, soccer is.  

In soccer, the only protection you have is your uniform, cleats, and shin guards. Your running around for ninety minutes with very little substitutions, you play right next to others who can push you to the ground. You fall, get tripped, elbowed, kneed, kicked, even head-butted sometimes. You get stepped on with cleats, and find bruises everywhere. You don't have protection. Sure you aren't getting tackled, but you might as well be with how some teams play. People don't realize how tough and rough soccer is. But that's the fun of it. You play against people for the love of the game. You go through that pain because you love the game.  

Alex tapping me on my shoulder brought me back to reality.  

"What?" I snapped.  

"Mrs. James said that we have to write a small one paragraph story about something we did over the summer and share it with a friend." He replied.  

"Oh. Okay. I need to write mine." I told him.  

"Okay just tell me when your done."  

I quickly wrote down a story about what happened at a soccer camp this summer and hit Alex on the top of the head with it.  

"You could have given the notebook to me normally, you know." He told me.  

"Whoever said I was normal?" I sassed.  

"Hopefully nobody. They would be in for a surprise." He mumbled. I laughed and hummed in agreement.  

I read his story about how him and some friends at soccer camp were hooting around and trying to score off a punt with nobody in the way and how he was the only one who made it.  

When he finished reading mine we were told to discuss the stories. Alex went first.  

"Well first of all, why on earth would you want to have a contest to see who could eat the most warheads? And second, how did you not win?" He exclaimed questioningly.  

"We were bored and didn't know what to do. There was this girl there who had like five in her mouth at a time. Gimme a break," I answered, trying to defend myself.  

"But still, you have like the biggest appetite out of all of the team." He shot back.  

"Appetite is different then warheads. Appetite is real food. Warheads are pure sugar that taste sour." I explained. We kept talking until the all the groups were finished sharing their stories.  

Mrs James asked, "Does anybody want to share their story with the class?"  

Alex raised my hand and kept it there until Mrs. James saw it and then let it go.  

"Yes, Anna go ahead." She said.  

"Okay," I looked down at my paper and began reading. "This summer I went to soccer camp like I always do. During one break my roommate and I were bored, so we got a whole bunch of the girls together and had a contest. The contest was to see who could eat the most Warheads at one time. Close to the end, it was this girl named Sarah and me left. We had about four each in our mouths, with a bag of Warheads in front of us. We both grabbed one an stuffed it into our mouths. She grabbed another one right away and stuck it in her mouth. But I couldn't fit anymore in my mouth so I lost. But it was a super fun day, and everyone's mouths were hurting and we barely talked. When we did talk we would be mumbling. It was an unforgettable memory."  

I glared at Alex for making me read mine out loud. He tried not to smile but failed.  

"Very good Anna. Thank you." Our teacher told me. I nodded.  

The bell rang and everyone left. Alex and I said goodbye, with him heading off to detention. I walked to my locker and dropped my books off and went to the cafeteria.  

Then...  

BAM.