*Electric! Electric shock! E-e-Electric!!!*
O__O That was an effective alarm tone. I’ll remember to thank my friend Jann later at Facebook for that alarm tone advice ^______^
Time to get ready for our practice, I’m getting a little stiff for not playing tennis in about a week already. Since we just won our way out of through the semi-finals our coach gave us a week of rest. Finals is not until next month.
*shivers* It’s extra cold today, better bring my favorite jacket J
It’s 5:30 and our practice starts at 5:45
I’ll use my bike, our court is not too far from my house. I feel sorry for my teammates that lives far from here. Well, it was their choice.
*tiptoeing*
*whispers* Mom, I’m off to practice now. Bye, love you. I’ll be back by lunch.
-----ZOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM~
Something makes me feel uneasy this moment… Why am I slowing down? The gate of our court is just a reach away… Okay I’m in.
The scene that I just saw inside the court made me feel even more uneasy.
--- There’s someone inside coach’s office. His presence feels awfully familiar.
So coach was serious last time? ~____~ now I’m dead.
“Robin, is that you?”
Omo *___________* what will I do?
“Yes, coach. It’s me. I’m taking a run around the park, okay?”
“Wait, I’m going to introduce you to some…….”
Yep, I already left. Sorry coach! But you won’t like the scene that is about to happen.
Coach’s POV:
“Don’t worry she’ll be back soon.”
“It’s fine coach, I think she recognized me.”
“Now why would she leave if she recognized you? Nevertheless you know each other, how?”
“You’ll know sooner coach. So, am I official?”
“Official?… hmmmm… Let’s wait for Robin.”
“Sure thing , coach.”
*Pant* *pant*
“Robin! Hey, wait up.”
“Glenn! Thank goodness you’re here. Walk me to the court? J”
“Sure, I was heading there anyway. You didn’t go yet?”
“I did, but I didn’t feel like staying just yet. You’re visiting again?”
“Nope, I’m back!”
Yeeeeees!! Glenn is back!
“omo! You’re back?! Yes! I got my partner back. It doesn’t feel right for me playing singles.”
“But coach said you were great playing at singles 3.”
“I was? He told you, you mean you didn’t watch?”
“No I didn’t, I haven’t got the time. Sorry”
“Nah. It’s fine.”
*sigh* that was disappointing. But I better put a smile than a frown, I don’t want anybody worrying anyway.
After our walk were back at my nightmare.
“Hey rook! You owe me an explanation.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything to you AN-DR-EA”
“So childish. Explain this to me” *pointing at coach and with his back facing us, the kid he was talking to earlier*
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes you do you twirp!”
“Would you stop calling me that you old hag!”
“Okay stop it already!! Andrea, you’re overreacting again. He’s not yours.”
“But coach!”
“Robin, come here. I want you to meet…
Raymars Fortes, your new partner.”
Ughhhh. I just knew it! He was the guy that coach was talking about replacing Glenn as my doubles partner that will be transferring after 1 last game. That last game was our game. Sheesh. Just play dumb, Robin.
“Coach, but Glenn is here. If he’s replaced then whose he’s partner ‘gonna be?”
“Glenn? Well, it’s all decided right from the start. He’s going with Andrea.”
Me and Andrea: “WHAT?!”
“Shut it already girls, Ray already chose Robin to be his partner long ago. Didn’t you remember?”
Me and Andrea: “NO!”
Actually I remember but I didn’t know coach was serious about it. I’m still called a rookie, why can’t Andrea guide him?
*face palm*
“Okay, if you don’t remember nevertheless he chose you already.”
“Why? I’m just a rookie, coach. Even Andrea keeps rubbing it on me. Why not make that old hag guide him?”
“Hey! Who are you calling an old hag? Twirp.”
“I said quit it. Here at our court Robin you’re the regular and Ray is the rookie, is that enough?”
Can’t battle with that logic -______- I’m super dead
“Yes coach.” T^T
Yes, that’s the end of that awful event. Raymars Fortes is the son of the founder of our team and he, as said by his father “needs to be trained with someone his own age for him to learn better” because he’s a bit of an anti-social. Reasons out why he was given the chance to pick a person to guide him in tennis-doubles. He picked me, and I have no idea why. Making it more complicated to understand why he pissed me off last time.
The world is crazy. I’ll say.
BINABASA MO ANG
MYMP (Me and You of Mere Possibilities)
Ficção AdolescenteThe style of the story is very common but I might say that story is not as common as you would think it is. I hope you like it and enjoy it. If this story gets enough attention I might make a tagalog translation of this story for the likes of the ot...
