Unexpectedly

Chapter 4

Hey everyone! I'm alive! Like I posted on another story, I'm trying to be more active but it's kind of hard because I realized I was all over the place four or five years ago and started like nine stories and only had very very general ideas. I'm picking back up with my newer ones (and by newer I mean three not five years old HAHA) since they're just (a little) easier to deal with at the moment but I promise I'll update all my stories. This ones not too bad because it's still pretty new and I could make some minor adjustments to it and find it bearable. Enjoy!

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"Avery! We're home!" my mom yelled as she walked through the door. I groggily turned in my bed to face the door. My phone, which had been on my chest, dropped from my bed onto my fluffy white rug. Rubbing my eyes drowsily, I tried remembering exactly when I had fallen asleep. It must've been right after I hung up with Talia, I decided, since I hadn't even had the energy to put my phone away. 

"Upstairs mom!" I finally replied, so she wouldn't start calling after me again. "When's dinner?!" I propped myself up by my elbows, patiently awaiting her response but it never came. Sighing, I rolled out of bed and moved towards my closet. My mom would kill me if she knew I had fallen asleep with my sweaty after-soccer clothes on.

After putting on a comfy tee and gym shorts I made my way down to the kitchen. Spicy aromas floated through the room and my stomach responded with a grumble. My dad looked up from his laptop and at me, chuckling. "Hungry?"

"Definitely. I haven't eaten since lunch." He laughed again and closed his laptop, pushing it away from him. Patting the seat next to him at our kitchen's island, he began to ask me about my day. I went through my classes, elaborating on teachers and syllabuses and then mentioned how I hadn't had the best scrimmage, but still scored.

"That's my girl!" he replied proudly, beaming at me. My parents were always so supportive and excited when it came to sports, and I loved them for it. It made the game so much more enjoyable for me. "Your first match is Thursday, right?"

"Yep. It's away though so I'm not sure if you and mom will be able to make it."

"We'll try our best, sweetie," my mom replied, placing a dish of spiced chicken in front of me. It looked even better than it smelled. Silently thanking whatever higher being blessed me with a mom whose cooking skills were A-1, I dug in. 

"So, Avery," my dad prompted, taking a moment to sip his water. "Have you put any schools on your Common App yet? University of Miami, maybe?" he added cheekily, causing my mom to chuckle. My parents were both U-Miami alumni and had met there in law school. Jake was also there now, so it was obvious they wanted me to continue the legacy.

"Guuuuys," I drawled. "You know that was the first school I put on there." Cutting my food, I elaborated on some other choices. "I added Syracuse, Duke, Boston Uni, Colgate, NYU, Lehigh and Tulane too."

"Any Ivys?" my mom asked inquisitively. Last year, UPenn had been my brother's dream, but he wasn't admitted. 

"Uhm, I mean, I'm still in contact  with that coach from Columbia. He told me that my SATs were a little low, so he wanted to see how I did this season." Despite knowing that my parents would never judge me for not getting into a school like Columbia, I nervously picked at my food. "But it would seriously be too expensive even if I did get in so I might just forget about it all together." 

"Avery, stop," my mom scoffed, looking at me in an almost condescending way. "We'll support you no matter where you go." After a sip of her wine glanced at me again, this time taking a softer tone. "You should sign up for your SATs again. You only took them twice, right?"