Shake It Out

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

By: Ashley (Cookie)

Ivana

I heard a pounding at the door. Who is waking me up now? It's way too early for all this.

"Wake up, Ivana. I want to leave soon," Trace shouted from outside the door. Aren't guys suppose to like to sleep? Of course, I get stuck living the one who's up super early. Looking down, I realized I must have fallen asleep while designing since my pencil was still in my hands.

I sighed, "I'm awake, now."

"Good," he stated as I heard him walk away.

Today is my first day of school. I had to make an impression today. What kind of impression? I don't want to seem lazy or preppy. I want to make friends on my first day. I went to take a quick shower that lasted about fifteen minutes. I searched through my closet looking for what would make a great statement.

I settled for a red floral lace shirt with a black camisole underneath it and dark blue fitted skinny jeans. For accessories, I put on these black drop earrings and charm necklace that had a heart on it. On my feet, these were black and tan wedges. I looked down at my finger and toe nails that I had painted last night with grey magnetic nail polish. Brushing out my hair, I chose to leave it down, but put a black ponytail around my wrist, just in case.

My room was barged into by Trace, "Are you almost done?"

I looked at me. He was wearing blue fitted t-shirt with dark blue jeans and blue shoes. Such, a plain outfit, but he's a guy.

"I still have my make-up," I answered as I went and got one of my make-up kits. He just stood there as I applied it. Trace looked nervous, which was unusual for him. He's always confident.

As I applied my sparkly lip stain, I questioned him, "Are you okay? You seem....stressed."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just worried about practice. Our team hasn't been getting along very well," he answered.

I didn't really believe him, "I'm sorry. Have you been part of the fighting?"

"Yeah, one of the guys on the team and I don't really get along very well. We compete at everything. You'll have the honor of meeting him, today. He has gym with us," Trace explained.

"Oh, are you two the only ones fighting at football? We are talking about the football team, right?" I commented, while I gathered up my bag and school supplies that I forgot to pack up last night and started walking towards his car.

"Yeah, football. No, it's his group of friends, mine, and then a third group. There's another group of friends, too, but they choose not to mess with us, and just remain neutral with everyone. My group gets along with the other two, just not his. Every practice, there's at least one fight, whether it be words or fists. Mostly, it's fists. I had a black eye last week from it," he explained as we got in the car and started driving.

Shocked, I said, "What doesn't your coach do anything about it?"

"I think he's afraid to. He doesn't want to take sides, so he doesn't do anything. He tries to get us all to bond, but it never works....if anything it just got worse," he answered.

"Does it just happen at practice?" I asked curious.

He shook his head, "It's happened some in school, but not as bad. We all try to stay away from each other."

"Oh well, what time does school start?" I changed the subject. I didn't think he wanted to talk about that anymore.

"Uh eight," he answered.