Replace Camie (Greir/Rivera fan fic; sequa to "In Love Again")

Chapter 3

Hazel's POV

I grab my things and hurry out of the room. My next class is one floor down, and I don't want to be late; it's likely I'll get lost. I walk through the halls a bit, looking around at my surroundings, sighting what my next four years will look like. I see the typical selfie-takers, a few people shoving other freshman against the lockers, and teachers yelling things like "get to class" and "hurry up!"

I hang my head down and look at my schedule. Room 141: the gym. Gosh. I hate gym. I always get humiliated there. And I know I will this year. I'm a freshman in high school taking a junior gym class. They ran out of room for me, so I can't take it with the freshman.

I get to the gym and look around. There are 7 guys setting up a volleyball net. Yes! The one sport I'm good at; volleyball! My bored face turns into a big smile. Me and Camie used to play volleyball all the time. It was our special sport. Camie was way better than me though. 

I walk up to the gym teacher to get my gym locker combination. Once I did, I walk into the girls locker room.

I walk in and hear lots of talking, closing lockers, and showers. I try not to make eye contact with anyone. It worked. They didn't bother me. My locker is in the back of the room in the corner (thank God). I look at the paper, seeing the combination, and open it. I breath in the sent of the last person who owned this locker. Smells like lotion.

I put my backpack in and take out my gym clothes. Blue shorts and a white shirt. I also have black and white Nikes.

I change in my clothes, put everything in the locker, and close it. I take a deep breath as I examine myself in the mirror by my locker. I look fat. I shrug my shoulders, taking a hair tie off my wrist. I tie the extra slack on the shirt to the bottom back of the shirt, showing a little skin. At least I don't look as fat. And I left my shorts the way they were.

I throw my hair into a high ponytail and walk outside. I add a little bounce into my walk, showing my confidence, swaying my ponytail back and forth. I wasn't really informed now. I got a few looks. I half smile as I walk out of the locker room.

I walk out and see more people now. The net is set up and the gym teacher is talking to everyone about team captains. Once she sees me, she smiles. "Hello. Are you new to our school?" She asks sweetly. I nod. A girl who was talking to the teacher turned to me and smiled. She had bright red hair, freckles, and brown eyes. "What high school did you come from?" She asks.

"Um, I didn't come from a high school. I'm a freshman." Apparently plenty of people heard me, because the side conversations turned towards me.

"Your a freshman?" A boy asked. I nod, slowly. The red head them asked, "Why is that so shocking?"

He smirked, looking at me, and walked towards me. "I thought freshman were still in that ugly middle school stage." I start to turn red. The girl scoffs. "Shut up, Ron. Leave her alone." He walks back to his group.

"Thank you." I say. She smiles. "Anytime. Well my name is Shana. What's yours?"

"Hazel."

"Like your eyes." She says as she glares into my eyes. I laugh a little, and the whistle is blown for the game to start.

The teacher says the teams and we make our way to our side. I have the same team as Shana. But the opposite of that Ron guy. I can already tell he is gonna be a player; just like Ben.

The opposite side gets the ball.. I get into my stance, ready to retrieve the ball. Ben serves the ball. It goes fast and hard to the middle, far from where I'm standing. A blonde girl passes the ball back over.

Bad idea.

Your supposed to keep it to your side until you have lots of control and power. I know a thing or two. My mom played hockey, so did my dad, so they didn't teach me anything. It was all Camie.

Anyways, it gets over, towards Ben, and he hits it out. One point for us.

Now we get the ball. The blonde girl serves; then me. I'm ready to show these juniors how freshman play.

She serves and gets it over to a boy with red hair, who is smart and passes to another player, who sets the ball, and the red head not spikes it over. A brown haired boy dives for it and misses, making us score. Our team hoots and hollers. We get the ball again. The blonde serves again, but it gets out.

The other side gets the ball, and they serve it out, too. Now I get the ball. I'm serving. I take a deep breath with the ball in my hand. I throw up the ball and smack it over; dead in the center. I hear a few ooos and ahhhs, but I try to ignore it. The brown haired boy hits it over to the red head, who sets it...

To me.

I start to panic, and along with that, I jump up in the air, pull my arm back, and smack the ball right by the net.

They miss.

I hear a lot of clapping and I get congrats.

Being the only freshman maybe won't be so bad.