The Final Season

Chapter 1

Chapter One

I ran around the house with one sock on, dodging my little brother on the way. "Iris what are you doing?" He asked taking a bite of his chocolate bar but I ignored him and continued my little rant around the house. Where is it, where is it? I checked the clock and saw it was fifteen minutes from five. I suppressed a scream as I continued to search the house. I was going to be late, and he was going to kill me for it, and I really didn't want to get into another argument with him, it would the fifth time this week. "Mom!" I shouted and nearly bumped into her when she appeared like a freaking genie in the doorway. "Do you know where my other shin guard is? I'm going to be late and I'm going crazy here." She tried not to laugh as she examined my outfit.

"Did you check the closet?"

"Yeah."

"Hallway?"

"Yep."

"Your other bag?"

''Yes!"

"How about your car?" She asked. Car, how did I not think of that. I sprinted off to the garage and checked my backseat and sure enough there it was on the ground. What the heck, I seriously needed to get more organized. I slipped it on quickly and rolled on my sock just under my knee. I then ran back inside and slipped on my Adidas sandals and grabbed my bag that had my cleats, water, and other necessities in it. I grabbed the banana from my mom and shouted thanks when she wished me good luck, I was going to need it. Well at least when trying to keep my cool around him, I was having a bad today and I wasn't in the mood for his remarks, well I was never in the mood for them.

I sped off to the stadium surprised that a cop didn't pop out of anywhere and stop me. I looked at the clock to see that it was ten minutes past five and I cursed loudly and slammed my fist against my steering wheel. Why god why? Why must you make me have to endure his complaining as soon as I get on that turf now? I pulled up to the turf and jumped out of my car, and ran to the field with my bag hanging off one of my shoulders. I took bites of the banana as I was running and by the time I got there I had a mouthful of it.

"Nice of you to join us, Grey," he said, sighing and checking my name off on the clipboard. I rolled my eyes and quickly tucked on my cleats. I knew not to give him an excuse because he would just go on and on and on about it and I would have to resist the urge to kick my soccer ball at his face.

"You know just because you've made the team for the first three years of high school doesn't mean you are guaranteed this year, senior or not." I rolled my eyes but didn't let him see it. "There are girls here that want it more, so why should I choose you instead of them?" He asked. Today was the last day of tryouts and I tried to hold back on my remarks because seriously, this was my last year and I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with the drama, but we were already arguing and this was only tryouts! He really is blowing this all out of proportion, this was my first time during the entire tryouts of being late, but he wanted to call me out. God, I hated him.

"Bullshit Davis, you know how badly I want this so don't even go there. You're angry for what? Me being late ten minutes, get over it, it's not like it regularly happens." I said and his eyes glazed over with anger.

"Iris quit it come on," Beth said, dragging me along to the other girls. "You two are going to kill each other one day," she added in a whisper and then we began our warm-up lap.

"Seriously, I can't take this. How am I supposed to last an entire season when I can't even last a week without wanting to rip his head off?" I said and she laughed.

We got to the end of the lap and got ready to circle in and do our stretches when Coach Davis called out, "Another lap Grey."

"For what?" I asked.