The Girly Jock

Chapter 1: When Tragedy Strikes

Hey guys so this is a fairly new story enjoy :D

Knock,

Knock,

Knock,

 "MELONY," I shout moving my pillow in a failed attemp to cover my ears from the thumping that has been erupting from the other side of my door for the last five minutes. Subconciosly hoping that if I ignore it, the sound will magically stop which hasn't worked so far but I'm not giving up just yet.

"Will you please just go back to sleep it's a Saturday, why can't you be like every other kid on the planet and sleep in on weekends?" I groan into my pillow while twisting in my blankets into a cacoon as I face my window. I swear one of these days I am going to bind her to her bed while she's asleep just for the satisfaction of knowing that she won't be able to wake me up in the morning without a serious amount of effort on her part.

"Mom says to wake you so you can make me breakfast." I hear her declare from somewhere behind me. I turn around in order to survey her, still in my cacoon which let me tell you is alot harder to manouver around in than it sounds and give her a questioning look. She is leaning against my doorframe, her auburn curls cascading down her shoulders as she send me a innocently sweet smile. She currently stands at 5.4 and gets her curves from our mom who can pull them off along with a very slim figure and natural beauty. She has the same long eyelashes and baby blue eyes as me. Mom always said we got them from our dad although, I don't remember him since he left us when I was young. However mom tends to steer clear of the topic, it's always a touchy subject and between the nights she works and the time she sleeps durring the day we usually keep the moments we do spend with her as upbeat as possible.

 "As of this moment there's nothing you can say or do that will convince me to willingly remove myself from this bed." Moments later I hear her footsteps retreat and I finally start to does off when I hear her yell from upstairs.

"MOM, Rose won't get out of bed!" she shouts at the top of her lungs nearly scaring me half to death as I awake once again with a start.

"Ugh, I'm up, I'm up!" I grunt stretching, I make sure to get out of bed as slow as possible hoping that she'll get bored and allow me another hour or two of sleep. No such luck I guess as I hear her knock on my door again.

"let me get dressed first, will you?" I shout from the other side of the door.

grabbing a white t-shirt along with my favorite pair of ripped blue jeans I walk out my bedroom door and bound down our old staircase, causing them to groan in loud protest.

Once in our old victorian styled kitchen equipped with peeled wallpaper and an ancient looking gas stove. I begin making breakfast by opening and closing cupboards in search of a frying pan. "Hey, do you want bacon and eggs?" I call not waiting for a response as I begin to assemble the ingredients.

"Sure, as long as you promise not to burn them like last time, I thought I was going to break a tooth." she exclaims making a face of discust.

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"I'm heading to practise," I call out not really expecting a reply. Stepping out the door into the crisp Autumn air I pull on my hood before hopping on my bike. I arrive at the arena 20 minutes later, I walk towards the bike racks and chain it up. Once I get into the arena I make my way to room number 3.

"Your stuff's already in your room." Osten, the co-captain and my best friend calls joining me in the hallway. I greet some guys tying skates as I make my way to dressing room number 3.