the third pilot

7; try outs

second period has just ended and it was time for try outs. Ila came with me into the changing rooms even though she wasn't trying out. she just came to give me a little pep talk.

"you better smash Ashton in that game", she says throwing me my gym top.

I take off the current top that I'm wearing and put on the top that she had throwin directly at my face. my main position is goal attack and Ashton plays goal defence, which means that most likely I'll be versing her the whole game. 

I feel my phone start to ring in my pocket. it's mom.

Me: hey mom

Mom: hey honey, we're in London right now. grandma told me that it's your netball try outs today...

Me: yeah, it starts in less than five minutes

Mom: okay. well dad and Josh have a concert tonight at O2  central 

Me: oh cool can I talk to Dad?

Mom: right now him and Josh are rehearsing 

Me: what?!, right now? but it's so early....

Mom: yeah I know but it's gonna be their first show in ages and it needs to be perfect

Me: okay well, I need to go Grandma just blew her whistle for us to head into the hall and start try outs

Mom: okay, play to your best!

Me: I will mom...

Mom: okay honey, bye!

Me: bye mom...

Mom: just remember to keep your defend on at all times and try to stay in front of your player!

Me: yes mom

Mom: okay. I love you...

Me: love you to

Mom: goodbye Olivia

Me: uhhh, goodbye mom

I hang up and throw my phone and the rest of my things into my gym locker.

"was that your mom?" Ila asks looking concerned as to why my inner bitch was coming out.

"what do you think?". I say rolling my eyes. I'm mad because my dad doesn't have time to even talk to me because he's doing something that involves his fans.

"what did she say?"

"it doesn't matter. anyways I have to go tryouts are starting now". I leave Ila standing speechless and make my way into the gym.

in the gym everyone is lined up in a straight line and facing my grandma.

"you're late", grandma says shaking her head at me. "get in the line".

I mutter a sorry under my breath. I look at the time on my watch. I'm only two minutes late.

"so, as I was saying.... I will call out each individuals names off of my list and with each name I will call your position".

she starts to read her list aloud. she reads the first teams names out and Ashton has goal defence. after reading out team number one's team she flips her page over for the next team. "Jamie Aspyn, Center. Amelia Dowling, Wing Defence, and so on until she comes to me. ... and Olivia Joseph, goal attack". 

I look over at Ashton who is giving me an evil smirk. I roll my eyes and go and collect with bib that had GA on it. 

we all get into our positions. Ashton stands right next to me defending me.

"calm down, the whistle hasn't even gone yet", I say to Ashton.

she just rolls her eyes and keeps her eye on the game. our team get's to start off with the ball first. we here the whistle blow and I cut right in front of Ashton and yell at center to pass me the ball. 

"over here", I yell raising my hand.

center looks at me and throws the ball in my direction. Ashton jumps and tries to catch it but it was too high for her to reach. I jump up and catch the ball and land on two feet. I look around for someone who is in my team to pass to. center moves down the court fast and gets into a free space. I throw Jamie who is playing center the ball and she receives it perfectly. the game carry's on this way and my team is in the lead so far.

after about ten minutes have past I had just shot a goal for my team and we all quickly ran back to our positions. as 'coach' blows the whistle Ashton puts out her foot in front of me which as a result causes me to tumble forward onto the hard ground. I look up at her and she's standing their smiling at me. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!", I yell getting up.

grandma blows her whistle. "GOAL ATTACK COME AND SEE ME RIGHT NOW!", she yells waving her hand for me to come over. "EVERYONE ELSE TAKE A FIVE MINUTE BREAK!".

I jog over to the other side of the hall. once I reach her I bend down and put my hands on my knees trying to catch my breath from all of the exercise that I had just been doing. 

"what was that?", she asks looking concerned at me. "you're supposed to keep yourself grounded?".

"Ashton tripped me?!", I slightly yell back at her confused as to why she was putting the blame on me. this was not my fault, Ashton obviously did it on purpose.

"this is NOT Ashton's fault, do not put the blame on her. you will take full responsibility for this young lady",  she says angrily. 

"wha-"

"for years I have been teaching you how to keep your foot grounded and now this happens? I'm wondering if your even really cut out to be on this team?" she says folding her arms. 

"Ashton tripped me up on purpose!", I say back at her getting frustrated. I look back at Ashton who is giggling with her two side kicks.

"not another word, your excused for the rest of this lesson", she says pointing to the door.

I look at her with wide eyes. I turn around and sprint off into the locker room where Ila is waiting. I have to make it in, I don't even want to think what dad would do to me if I didn't. Ila is sitting on a bench on her phone.

"oh hey, your finished already? I thought that you guys still had another fifteen minutes?", she says looking at the time on her phone.

I fold my arms and look away.

"what's wrong now?", she asks looking concerned. 

"Ashton tripped me up on purpose and grandma is blaming me because she said that I should've kept myself grounded!" I yell looking back at her angrily.

"just ignore Ashton, I'm sure it'll be fine", she says back to me.

"NO IT'S NOT GONNA BE JUST FINE!", I yell causing Ila to jump a little. "gran said that I'm not cut out for the team".

"I'm sure she didn't mean it. come on, just forget about it for now and in the mean time let's just ditch this place and go get some Star Bucks" she says standing up.

I sigh and grab my things and then we leave to go get some drinks.