Forget Me Once, Regret Me Twice

Just Try Me (Chapter 1)

So again, if you can guess what parts are a part of me, you get to be in a chapter!! so let me know!!! and soon, I'll be posting photos up along the side so you can see each and every main character and what they look like! You are DEFINETLY going to like what I have for Jenny. :-)

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"Are you ready NOW?!"

I sigh, shaking my curls around my head, watching my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I'm still getting ready for a two-in-a-half hour drive to an expensive public school. It's obviously not a place where I'm going, but Dad has some kind of interview there, seeing as he doesn't like the job he has at my high school. All the students and teachers give him a hard time since he's my dad, and ever since last years "accident" it's been even worse for the both of us.

"Just a minute!" I shout back, after opening the door an inch.

I finish putting eyeliner and mascara on, taking my time, knowing I'm pushing his buttons. I really don't want to go , whether Dad would have let me stay by myself or not. But I wouldn't have had anything to do except sleep, eat, and get ready for the new school year, which starts in two weeks. I only have one friend I could be hanging out with, but she's in New York with her boy friend, Johnnie.

"Come on, Sienna! We are totally gonna be late! It starts at 2 in the afternoon and it takes forever to drive."

I roll my eyes, laughing at how dramatic he is. I run down the stairs, seeing my dad tap his foot in impatience and checking his watch every two seconds. I give him a kiss on the cheek with a chirpy "Good morning, grump-a-gus," making him smile his cheeky dimple smile. My dad is built like a bull and as tall as the celing. Well, not literally, but colse enough. He's six foot seven inches, and he has to bend his body frame in order to get through the front door. He may look tough, but he is one of the sweetest men in the entire world.

We grab out small suitcases, since we didn't plan on coming back until tomorrow. We stepped out of the door, waited to hear the click of the lock set in place, then I started to walk slowly to our car, the navy blue Dodge Charger, the car meant for me, my destiny, my love. I named the car, but I'm not going to say anything now, because my dad really hates it. I walk slowly, because I know that he's just waiting to get going. It's totally showing right now too, the way he's bouncing from one foot to the other after throwing in his bag. He had the car started a wihle agao, while I was in the bathroom, so it was cool from the air conditioner.

 I finally toss my bag in the back, climb into my sweet, sweet cars passenger seat, and buckle up. Dad quickly hops in and pulls out of the driveway. It's silent for about an hour, because we both obviously don't have anything to say to each other. Well, he should say something to me, to tell me what school it s, but I won't say a thing until he does. My dad is my best friend, and there is nothing that I wouldn't tell him, and he tells me about everything, too, so when I find out that he won't even tell me what school we are going too, I am instantly suspicious. And mad. It aggravates me not knowing something that affects me, having learned my lesson last year.

I can feel the silence as if its a cologne my dad would use on a date to impress a girl, a smell thats supposed to impress women, but really repel them. I mean, aren't dads supposed to go to their 17-year-old daughters for dating advice if they hadn't gone out in years? They are obviously not up to date, so have no idea what there is to do or where to go, or what they might even like. Anyways, I think he finally understands where I was going with it because his face is all wrinkled up in concentration, trying to decide what to do.

I sigh dramatically, waiting to hear him say "Alright! I'll tell you!" but it never came. He turns on the radio, on my favorite station, trying to make up for the silence and his apology. I turn my head and give him a smirk, knowing I'm getting to him. I always get my way with him, his sweet little daughter. But obviously I'm not getting to him this time, and it makes me mad. Not that I'm spoiled or anything, but most of the time he gives me what he thinks I need, which is what I say I need.

For the rest of the trip to New York, it's more silence. I actually fall asleep for about half-an-hour. Dad wakes me up when we head off onto the ramp, off of the interstate highway. We are in New York, New York. It's probably going to take at least another hour to get to the school, and it's already noon. We weave throug the traffic, being blocked in by taxis, almost getting hit by taxis, and trailing taxis down small alleys that are considered one way streets. Is this taxi city or something?

Finally we pull up in front of the school, and I finally see why he wouldn't tell me. He was keeping it a surprise for me! I mean, I'm totally freaking right now because I'm at one of the best soccer playing schools in the nation! Croation High school has at least 100 of the best players ever, and I've idolized the lead player, Gabriel Sonters, since the beginning of my sophomore year, when I started playing myself. It's been my total dream to go to this school for soccer!

"Daddy, I can't believe you! You have an interview here? Oh my gosh! I can't believe it! This is so freaking amazing!"

I hop out of the car, jumping up and down as if I was a 6-year-old and just got a tricycle for my birthday. He laughs and comes around, giving me his bear hugs you couldn't possibly avoid. His arms encirle around my back and his hands rest on both of the opposites hips. His arms are that long. I rest my head on his chest, feeling the smile spread across my face, and feeling his chest shake with laughter.

I jump out of his arms and look at my father. He drove in his interview suit, but he still needs to tuck in his shirt. I fix his tie for him, having to stretch my arms up. I'm only five foot four inches, so I must have gotten my shortness from my mothers side. I wouldn't know. She died giving birth to me. My dad doesn't really like to talk about her either, too heartbroken over her death. On the dates i've mentioned, there was only a few and taht was after I begged him to go out with them. We don't even look at pictures of her.

We walk through the doors of the school, just as a rush of jogging boys push around us to get outside. I watch them run, thinking I saw the black wavy hair of Gabriel Sonters bouncing in the group. I stood, mesmorized, imagining me joining them, but noticing the fact that no girls ran along side them. Then I turned around and noticed why. Over 50 girls were dressed in fancy volleyball uniforms. I remember reading that soccer and volleyball scrimmages start two weeks in advance of school to get a good year started.

These girls looked like their hair is in perfect position, not a single fleck of dirt under their nails or on their perfectly tan skin. These girls do not like to get down and dirty unless they are totally wasted. So this school is filled with the best, hottest soccer players in the world and the best, fanciest prada riding girls in the world. This is the best school, with the exception of the girly girls.

My dad leads me through a series of halls, and we finally find the main man's office.  We knock, we go in when we are called, and I stare in shock. This guy, the man in charge of the school, is the soccer coach too and I have no idea what I'm supposed to say to this man. Second to Gabriel, this man here is one of my idols. Then an idea pops in my head.

I'm going to impress this man and hope for the best that he wants me on his team.

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Oh, man. I think this story is going to be my best yet. Hope you guys like it! Just let me know!!!!