The Final Season

Chapter 2

Important: I decided to switch the cast for who I picture as Coach Davis.

Coach Davis: Jensen Ackles *drools*

okay enjoy(:

Chapter Two

"Iris, wake up honey," I heard my father call from outside my door. I groaned loudly and looked at the clock on my nightstand, seven a.m. I hid my face under my pillow again as I realized that Summer has officially ended and now I was forced to go back to the demonic hell hole people seemed to call school. I did not want to wake up, I did not want the days I slept in until the afternoon to be over and replaced by waking up every morning before the sun even came up! There should be some type of rule or law saying that it was against humanity to make children rise out of bed before the sun even rose. That would be logical, but nothing about this place was logical.

I tried getting up but my body held a huge protest against it. I felt the aching of my muscles as I moved them and they were clearly sore from all of the hell I had to endure from the past week. This was predictable though, there was no way that I wasn't going to be sore. Davis was a freaking demon who loved to inflict pain on me in any way possible, well maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit, but you get the idea.

I looked myself in the mirror and blew my bangs out of my face. One final year Iris, just try and ignore all of the annoying people in that school and you should be fine. I debated on what to wear and looked at the pair of skinny jeans that were on my dresser that I planned to wear. I gave them another look and then decided against them, it would take me hours to put those things on, they were a soccer player's worst nightmare.

I decided to just wear a simple floral dress with a pair of flats. My hair was naturally curly so all I needed to do was brush it. I would straighten it but it took too much time, and I wasn't a patient person in the morning, or ever actually. I put on a few bracelets and decided that that was going to be it for my outfit. Now for the hard part, I opened my drawers dedicated to my soccer attire. Choosing an outfit for school was easy compared to deciding what to wear for practice. I decided on a neon green tshirt I got at one of our tournaments and a pair of dark green nike shorts that had a neon green nike sign. I grabbed my dark green socks and my shin guards and stuffed it all in my soccer bag. I put my shin guards and cleats at the front pocket that was open so it could air them out if they ever started smelling bad, which they probably will as the season continues.

Once satisfied with everything and sure that I was ready for my first day I headed downstairs to the kitchen where I already heard my family talking. My mom and dad were making themselves coffee and my brother was seated at the counter eating his lucky charms. He was in a navy blue shirt and a pair of cargo shorts. My little brother was a little casanova for his age, I didn't understand why an eleven year old would need a girlfriend at his age, but with this new generation I guess people viewed it as normal. I know that my parents didn't allow me to start dating until my junior year, and yet I still haven't found the need to be in a relationship with someone at such a young age considering I had the rest of my life to look for someone, hopefully.

"Are you excited to be reunited with your girls again Max?" I asked my brother who looked at me briefly before returning his attention back to his bowl of cereal. I sat down next to him on the stool and waited for his answer. I resisted the urge to fix his hair but I knew that he liked the whole, just-woke-out-of-bed look, he probably didn't even brush it.

"They all are obsessed with those One Direction guys." He mumbled under his breath. "Like what do those guys have that I don't, their music sucks!" He said taking another spoonful of his cereal and I burst out laughing and my parents followed. I told him good luck and then grabbed an apple before heading out to my car. I was picking up Beth today because we decided we wanted to go together and roam the halls to refresh our memories on why we hate this school in the first place. We decided to go to the locker room first and put our soccer stuff in our lockers so we wouldn't have to carry it around the halls considering the hallway lockers wouldn't fit it. Davis offered his room to the team and told us we could put our stuff in the back of the room but I obviously refused his help like usual. We were going to try and get along this year though, try.