A Touchdown for the Girl

Chapter 2

With a yawn and a grunt, I roll over and smack my alarm clock off. I sleepily pull myself off my bed and into the bathroom to do my business, wash my face, and brush my teeth.

Striding back into my room, I barely stifle a scream at seeing someone in my room; the only reason the scream didn't escape was because I realized it was Sara.

I picked up one of my flip flops and chucked it at her. "What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me."

"I'm here to help you get ready, duh..." She says, not even flinching from the flying projectile that just smacked into her.

I roll my eyes at her. "I'm not changing over a guy considering I'm not even sure is nice and worth the time."

She pouts at me, but I cross my arms stubbornly. She finally relents. "Whatever. At least we can board to school if you hurry, instead of the bus. I do have zero period gurlie, and I told my mom not to worry about us."

"Just another month and I get my license, girlie.. Now get out, so I can get ready. Go make us breakfast or something."

She smiles and skips out of the room. Once I'm sure Sara's downstairs, I set to finding an outfit that she would deem semi-appropriate as a way to assure her I appreciate her desire to help. I bite my lip looking into my closet and finally settle on a pair of faded blue denim shorts and black Green Day crop top that covers most of my stomach, because I prefer to keep my skin to myself. I quickly braid my blonde hair into a loose side braid, finishing with foundation, my customary black eyeliner, and some mascara. Pulling on my worn out Chucks as usual, I hop down the stairs where I can smell sizzling bacon.

I finish tying my shoe as I hop through the hall into the kitchen, where a table with a bowl of Cap'n Crunch and a plate of bacon awaits me. I laugh at the fact that Sara cooked only bacon, but hey, this breakfast still sounds delicious. Clearing my throat, I catch her attention. Sara looks me over before silently nodding and returning to her breakfast.

With a grin, I tuck into my breakfast, eating quickly. By the time I finish, Sara has washed her dishes and the ones she cooked on. I quickly go through the motions of rinsing my things and putting them in the dishwasher, while Sara cleans the table. We simultaneously finish our tasks, glancing at the clock, and letting out, "We gotta go."

The two of us run out the front door, and I lock it, while Sara bounces impatiently on her feet. I shove the keys in my pocket, phone too, and we both jump on our boards.

Soon, us being us, we've turned it into a race; I glide past her as she misses a beat and nearly falls off her board. I laugh loudly, leaning around a corner, across the ruts of the sidewalk. One of the wheels of my board hits a rather large rock causing my board to skew to the right, sending me flying into the wall. The stucco catches the right side of my face and scrapes my face. Talk about karma..

"Son of biscuit. That fracking hurt!!!"

I prop myself into a sitting position, as Sara returns from the street with my board. "You okay, babe? That looked- wellll, yikes to say the least."

My eyes are watering in reflex, and the injury stings, but I wave off her concern, standing up and grabbing my board. "You've got zero, Sara. We gotta go. I feel fine."

She looks at me as if I were stupid. "You're face is bleeding," she responds in a flat tone.

"I've had worse," I reply nonchalantly, my cheek stinging like a b*tch and telling me to tell her how bad it hurts. "Now, c'mon. You're mom will kill us if you're late."

She sends me a weirded-out look but gets on her board and follows me to school. We race up the stairs to her classroom, me nearly falling flat on my face as I trip causing us to laugh. We reach her class just as the minute bell rings. I give her a hug. "Made it."