How I Met Your Father

Sport & Sparkles

“So next we have the tennis. Charlie you’re sitting out on this one. Two reasons we want every member on our team alive. And two you need to relax. Okay so who is playing? Um if we have Emily, Olivia,  Makayla and Abby? Em and Livvy are playing first match and then second half Kayla and Abs can play. Okay well let’s go, go, go!” Mrs. H cheered.

Mrs. H always put us in our best aspects. If someone had a hell of a hit she put them in Cricket. If you could catch a ball, cricket. She always put you in what you were best at. And we ALL knew I was terrible at tennis and these girls were amazing. I knew the basic rules of Tennis- sort of.

Emily started the serve first and it flew across the court. Unfortunately the other teams player hit it back equally as hard. It went back and forth; Emily and Olivia were buckling under the pressure. It was 15-40 to them.  We encouraged them on and soon it became a deuce. The game carried on that in the same way for a while until an hour in when they had a break. It was 1 set to them.

I would like to go into great detail about it but like I said, I’m not great with the scores. Anyway altogether when Kayla and Abby started playing it was 2-2 sets (If that makes any sense).

All I can say is either Kayla and Abby are really good. Or the other players were rubbish! Our team made some serious progress. We were winning by quite a few until Abby pulled a muscle and had to pull out.  Mrs. H looked madly concerned. No one else could play tennis.

“Ummmm.” She looked confused and muddled.

“Don’t worry Coach. I got this.” Called Kayla from the court.

We lost in the end but we still congratulated the girls like we had won. Makayla did really well on her own for a while the scores we’re pretty close. So we didn’t drown in our sorrow we were pretty happy and joyful.

“Well done girls! Are you sure your okay, Abby?” asked a concerned Mrs.H.

“I’m fine Mrs. H.” Reassured Abby for the 100th time. We may be girls but no way were we soft.

“Well apart from that minor injury we’re doing fantastic! One more game today and then we should be back here tomorrow. So play your best!”

This match was hockey. We had team members which were practically built for this sport. And we had faith in them to win. Playing the first match was two burly girls; Claire and Jazmine. The second match was played by two girls who were actually quite slight, but they were magnificent at what they do!

The other team practically handed us that game. And when we saw our name on the leader board we had a celebration party right there and then. I also checked to see if his team went through. And for some reason my stomach did a flip when his team was up there- slightly below us.

That night we planned to have a party. Well when I say we I mean the organizers of the competition. Every team who had gotten through was invited. I knew he would be there, probably looking gorgeous and marvellous.

Stop thinking! He is obnoxious, self absorbed and annoying!

Right now I was sitting in Floss’ bedroom whilst Floss, Meg and Sam gave me a makeover. They’d already done theirs and decided to leave me ‘til last. I didn’t plan on going in anything fancy but they had other plans. Apparently they’d already bought me an outfit, shoes and accessories. I’m not really the girly dressy uppy type (unlike my friends) but the dress they got me was one of the prettiest dresses I have ever seen. I nearly cried but they told me I’d ruin it. So here I am being tortured with soft touches of make up.

“Babe, you look stunning.” Complimented Meg.

“Yeah stunning, honey.”  Added Floss.

“You are so gonna get a date tonight. Don’t you just love us?”  Winked Sam

“A date? Please don’t tell me you guys set me up on a blind date.” I said pleading.

“Well....... it’s not so much as a blind date.” Floss giggled.

Sam and Meg slapped he hand. “ Don’t say a word.” Said Sam through gritted teeth.

“It’s a surprise.”  Meg summed up.

“You guys will be the death of me.” I grumbled, whilst they carried on painting my nails, curling my hair and a load more.

After half hour or so, they finally finished. They took way longer than necessary but I did look amazing afterwards. I was gonna hug them but they wouldn’t let me. I looked in the mirror and the sporty tomboy was gone, instead there stood a beautiful and pale girl. I had my long brown hair slightly curled, with pale foundation on. Blue and black eye shadow, mascara and eyeliner, and black lipstick. My dress was just brilliant, it started off as a black corset with a spidery skirt. It was just so beautiful, I normally dodge my reflection but I was absorbed.

“You like?” one of my friends asked. I’m too busy looking at the mysterious gilr in the mirror to pay attention properly. I can’t explain how beautiful the dress was. But it was stunning just like they had said.

“You guys. Are the best.” I smile

“The greatest, the bestest and the brilliantest.”  Joked Sam

“Did you just make a word up then?” Chuckled Meg.

“So do you like it?” Asked a very nervous Floss.

“I love it Flossy.” I reassured her. “Now who the heck, is my date?!” I asked in a sickly sweet voice. I unleashed the evil eyes on Floss first, as she was the easiest to crack. But not today, I stared at her for 2 minutes and she just stared back as hard.

“Not telling you.” She taunted. “Now get your pretty butt, in that car, with this mask on. And no complaints!” She ordered.

We were all going i the car but cause I was the only one with an already prepared date, I had to be blindfolded. So it was pretty weird driving in a car with a blindfold, it didn’t help that my companions stayed silent all the way!

Out of the blue our car suddenly stopped and carried on very slowly, I guessed we were there. ....Just looking for parking.

“We’re here.” Announced...... was it Sam? Yeah I think it was Sam.

“I swear to go if it’s some ugly freak that you met online I’m gon-“  

“I’m offended Mrs. Clark, I’m not ugly.” Purred a very, very familiar voice. The voice I have hated and dreamed about for the last few nights. The hands of a man who was currently undoing my blindfold.

The man who winked at me. The man known as Drake Scott-Jamie.