"I'm so dumb!" I cry. "So, so dumb!" I punch my pillow because of sheer frustration. How could I ever fall for Sophie's plan? As if she was inviting a bunch of girls to hangout at the park. When I turned up the only people there were Sophie and I. I probably looked so dumb standing there, confused. Sophie just couldn't stop laughing. Then Michelle came out from behind a tree and scared the living heck out of me. And their questions; "Your best friend Emma, who was she sitting with on YOUR bench?" "So your mom is really dead, this isn't some joke is it?" "Is your dad a nutcase too?" They were the worst. To top is all of, Sophie and Michelle's last words just a few minutes ago were: "Well, see ya at practice tonight!" Yeah, they just had to remind that they're on the basketball team too. I have to see their faces in, like, 3 hours.
"KEIRA! SUPPER!" my dad shouts from the lower level of the house.
I trudge downstairs as heavy as bricks. I fell for a trick meant for a seven year old. As I ate supper in my head I came up with one insult after the other, directed at myself. And that's when I realized I should be secretly insulting Sophie. She was the one not smart enough to come up with a better plan, she was the dumb one, not me. That sure cheered me up. By the time I had cleared the table I was in a way better mood.
"Hey, Dad?"
"Yep?"
"You know how I have practice tonight?"
"Uh huh?"
"Well I was thinking of biking to Hayley's house and then biking to the school together."
"Sure as long as she knows what's goin' on." He says with a smile.
"Great!"
I run up the stairs and text Hayley: Hey! I'm gonna bike to your house before practice so we could bike to the school together. You're ok with that, right?"
I put my iPod on shuffle and try to do a little bit of studying for that geography test. Minutes pass and I slowly get lost in the geography of Asia. Somehow I forget about today, yesterday, and all the other days that have passed. Even though I don't really like geography or any kind of studying I happy for this distraction. I look up at my clock; 6:20. Woah! I didn't know I could study for an hour straight without spontaneously dancing to my fave song when it comes on! I check my phone to see if Hayley's replied. She has: Yeah, sure. See ya then. Oh don't forget to bring a little fighter side to the practice, cause it's the big tryouts:)
A smile, that's what's on my face. Even though i hardly spend time with her outside of basketball she's probably the best friend I have. That thought does a doubletake in my mind cause what that means is I just betrayed Emma. She's betrayed me more then once so I guess we're even.
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"GO! GO! GO!" Coach yells. "Get those shots to the net!"
Why do I make myself do this? I ask my self for a second. I don't really know. I guess most of the time it's fun. I turn my attention to the shot I'm taking. It hits the backboard and swishes through the net. A perfect shot. And I'm competitive when I need to be.
"Good job Keira, great shot." Coach says.
Yes. Every shot counts if you want to make the team, Keira.
Someone pats me on the shoulder.
"Keep it up Keira, maybe you'll be as good as me soon!" Hayley says with a smile.
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The One Word Notebook
أدب المراهقينNotebooks, what you write in for school right? Maybe you write in a notebook, called your diary or journal, but they're nothing more. Except in this story. Keira, a fourteen year old girl. Sad, alone, confused, and mad. Her mom has just died in a c...
