An Unpredictable Year (Completed)

Chapter 29

"Kyla, I heard you're staying for football today." Michael says, sliding into the seat beside me. Dylan falls into the seat beside Michael.

"Mike, I heard you're an idiot." I say in a completely fake voice.

"By who?" He asks, shocked.

"Me." I smile innocently at him.

"Kyla, I heard you're lame." Michael whispers to me as third hour starts.

"That's cool. Remember to tell whoever told you that that I thank them." I whisper back.

"Mrs. Henderson could you send Kyla Richardson, Dylan Anderson, and Michael Sackett to Coach Thompson's office?" The intercom asks.

"Yes." Mrs. Henderson replies into the intercom, before turning to the three of us. "You three may go."

"Thank you." The intercom says, before silence ensues. Michael, Dylan, and I get up and leave the classroom silently.

"What could this be about?" Dylan asks, after we're away from the classroom.

"Well... Seeing as how Thompson is the football coach, I'm gonna give an educated guess and say something about football." I reply in a fake voice.

"Would you stop doing that?" Michael demands, sending me a glare. I just smile innocently at him.

"Never."

"We're here." Dylan states, stopping in front of the principal's door. Michael and I stop beside him. I step forward and open the door, seeing my other two brothers, the triplets, and Connor.

"Please take a seat, Kyla, Michael, Dylan." Mr. Lowe says, motioning to the three open seats.

"What's going on?" I ask, sitting between Michael and Logan.

"Just a minute, please." He says, holding up a finger. The door opens, so we all turn to see who's in here. Coach Thompson walks in.

"Ah, good. You're all here." Coach gives off a small smile, nodding at us all.

"What is going on?" I ask, looking between Coach and Mr. Lowe.

"Glad you asked that, Kyla." Thompson says, looking at me.

"As you all know, next football season three of you will be gone. Four of you will be senior football players." Mr. Lowe says.

"What Mr. Lowe is trying to say is that we need to build up next season's lineup now. That is where we go wrong every year. We don't start planning ahead. Like Corey, he has such potential, but he needs work." Thompson says. "I need you eight to help me build my next year's lineup. It won't be solid, we could always get a transfer, but it will be a start."

"We're not even going to be here next season." Logan says, motioning to him, Michael, and Dylan.

"I'm not even a football player." I remind him.

"You three are some of the best players this school's ever seen. Kyla, you have a gift. You can spot stuff that none of us coaches ever have. Connor, Lucas, Justin, Jordan this will be your senior year. It will be your team." Thompson looks between all eight of us.

"Okay. Where do we start?" I ask, the boys all shift their gazes to Coach, he takes that as they're going to help and, for the first time ever, Coach Thompson cracks a smile.

~~~*~~~

"Kyla Nicole Richardson." Talia and Alex approach and I get a feeling I should retreat, but I don't.

"Yes?" I ask, carefully.

"Meet us in the parking lot after school." Talia states, acting all tough.