The Girl Who Plays Football { #Wattys2016 }

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"You tell me that you need me
Then you go and cut me down, but wait
You tell me that you're sorry
Didn't think I'd turn around and say
That it's too late to apologize, it's too late"
-Apologize, One Republic

Bryanna Juliette Archer

"Bryanna, we're leaving for the airport in 30 minutes, get ready!" 

Mom wakes me up and I just pull my blanket over my head while mumbling, "5 more minutes." 

Mom grunts and pulls off my blanket and places her hands on her hips.

"Your father's leaving! Come on get up," Mom tries again, clearly annoyed with my actions. "I will eat your breakfast if you don't get up in 10 seconds,"

Well that got me fully awake. I'm not the kind of person who could eat a h.ell lot, but food is food. And food is love, food is life. I quickly sat on my bed and stretched, "I'm up, I'll get ready in 10 minutes," I say after a yawn. I jokingly glare at my mom and warn, "DON'T EAT MY DARLING FOOD." 

She puts her hands up in a surrender, and chuckles to herself as she exits my room.

Sighing, I sat on the edge of my bed. I'm gonna miss my dad. I survived almost 2 weeks without him, but I don't know if I could do it for more than that. Okay, maybe I could do it, but I wouldn't sleep well at night if he left and I still don't know why he made the deal with me. I know I'm making a huge deal out of the issue, but curiosity killed the cat, I guess.

I got out of bed and went into the bathroom and took an obnoxiously quick shower for less then 10 minutes? It sucks. If you have to like take a really quick shower and you're hurrying up like crazy. I quickly hop out of the shower and dry myself with a towel. I rush off into my closet and grab the first things I see; A mint colored top with a black, thin belt along the waistline, mint colored skinny jeans and a mint colored coat with a black lining, all of which given by designers I do not know, or maybe forgotten, but oh well. Quickly grabbing a pair of black coloured Salvatore Ferragamo boots that were at least 5 inches high, along with that I grab a shoulder bag with my wallet and phone and head out.

"AND SHE'S ALIVE!" My brother shouts sarcastically with a roll of his eyes, I roll my eyes at well and smacked him across his head. 

"You have GOT to stop doing that!" He groans as he rubs his head, and if looks could kill, I'd be brutally murdered by my own brother by now. 

"Well you've got to stop being an id-"

"Both of you stop bickering and get in the car!" Mom screeches at the both of us, cutting off my utterly colorful response to my beloved brother. I head to the SUV and sat beside my dad.

Silence. That's the only thing there is, other than the soft rumbling of the engine of the car. Did I mention it is very awkward as well? No? well now you know. It's so awkward and my heart's thumping so fast and both I may not know why or the reason behind it. I couldn't take it anymore, awkward and silent situations will be the death of me. "Why did you make me transfer?" I blurt out, out of nowhere. Immediately realizing what I had said, my eyes widen and my hands fly to cover my mouth.

Bryanna, you are such an idiot.

Dad stiffens and his breathing hitches, beads of sweat were slowly forming on his temples. "Look Bryanna-" Dad immediately gets cut off by the sound of the door opening, cursing under my breath, I move over to make some room for my brother and my mom calls shotgun and pops her earphones in.