The tomboys life

Chapter 1

Everyone thought that I was a boy because of what my favourite sport was. It's not that any girl can't love soccer, but it's how much that I love soccer. I was ranked number 5 in Australia. That's when I was living in Australia. My dad got a massive promotion of his job and the promotion was that he was moving to his company's American branch, so, that meant that we were going to live in America.

The day before we had to leave, I decided to pack my bag already. You would think that a girl would pack, cute skirts, short shorts, midriffs, heels, 3 bags just worth of makeup, sandals, bikinis. STOP RIGHT THERE that is the exact opposite of what the tomboy brings. A tomboy would bring, skorts, their favourite teams jersey, flats, brand sneakers (nikes), a whole bunch of hair ties and bobby clips, a few pairs of jeans, shirts, shorts (but not short shorts), and that's probably it. Oh! I can I forget..... my soccer ball. 

'Stacie!' Calls the annoying bratty sound of my younger princess, Madelyn! 'Yes, what do you want!' I yell back. Instead of knocking on the 'private and do not disturb' sign she just barges her way into the room. 'I guess you didn't see the do not disturb sign that I only put up because I hate when people barge in my room!' I say giving her a big death stare. For someone who's 8, she's the worlds biggest spoiled brat! 'Yeah well I don't care what you want to achieve with that, and clearly does it even look like I care.' Feeling a rush of frustration she slowly walks out of my room. Taking at least 5 seconds with 1 damn step. I wait for the right time, then run to her, pick her up and run to her room and throw her on her bed. 'Waaaaahhhhhhhh!' Screams Madelyn. Another one, 'Waahhhhhhhhhhhh!' No that made my parents run at the speed of lightning which made me bolt back to my room and leave Madelyn sitting on her bed making it so damp. I hear mum and dad calming her down and the next second she feels better just because she has to do this just out of spite to get me back for.... I haven't done anything to her before! Omg! I feel so upset. 

I continue packing a second bag and this includes all of my soccer gear. 'Stacie Brown open the door if you know what's good for you!' Yells mum from the other side of the do not disturb door. Does anyone not know how to respect a 16 year old girls privacy. I can't take it anymore! I approach the and slam it open. 'Look! Before you say anything, I have tried and tried, but I can't keep it in anymore.' I'm taking a gentle step forward which makes them take steps back. My goal is to take them downstairs, then use 10 years of my soccer training to run back upstairs and leaving them downstairs to make them think about what I just said.'- I am 16 years old and I am a girl. So that means I need... umm what's that word again?' I pretend not to know. 'More live from family?' Guesses dad. 'More privacy?' Guesses mum '- privacy that's the word. I totally went blank!' And I tap myself in the forehead. '- look it's not you its me and I need some privacy, so please, please let me sit in my room until dinner, with NO interruptions.' Ok now they're downstairs in the furthest place from the stairs. '-Ok great talk.' Now I run. For my life.. with a giant smirk on my face. As I pass my sister's bedroom on the way I give her another big death stare and walk off like how she would when she gives me a death stare.