I happily whirled round in the chair before pulling myself towards my study desk.
My room was in a terrible mess and I had no intention of getting up and clearing it.
At the beginning of the school year, my goal was to join a sports team along with joining the student council no matter what.
I'm going to be kicked out of the council real soon though. I got a feeling I'm going to mess up this job.
Now one month later I happily drew a red 'X' on the 'sports team' written on my list.
Earlier this day, Coach Tej called me to his office and said he wanted me on the school track team! Yay!
Coach Tej was one of those chill teachers while having a conversation. However I heard he makes you sweat it out on the field.
No pain no gain bruh!"Kiara honey! You in there?" came my grandmom's voice from outside the door.
"Yeah! I'm here! Come in and please stop calling me honey!" I shouted back.
"Oh Honey!" she emphasized, "I just washed 14 pairs of your socks! Care to tell me why?" she grumbled, throwing me a basket full of socks.
Oops!
"I kind of forgot I had so many unwashed socks and realized I had none this morning for school" I sheepish grinned."She remembers Science formulas and equations but forgets to wash her socks and tidy her room", she said out loud.
Dang it! She noticed my heaps of rubbish on the floor.
"I have something to tell you and Gramps" I quickly changed the topic.
"Lets go down to the living room then", she said as I got up from my whirling chair.My grandmom is one of the coolest grandparents ever.
I watch her make her way down the steps in her three fourth cotton pants and a pink flowery shirt, her short white hair neatly combed unlike mine.
"This is a consent form from our school sports coach and you as legal guardians have to sign it", I said as I hand out the sheet of paper to my grand parents seated on the couch.
"Coach asked me to join the track team because he thinks I'll be a valuable asset"
"Great job Kiara! We are so happy for you?", my grandfather said while hugging me.
"You are?" I ask in surprise, my eyes growing big. "But!"
Grandma stopped reading and looked up expectantly.
"The track team trains with the soccer team. The boys soccer team."
"You are definitely not going then", my grandma spouted immediately and walked away to the kitchen.
I looked at my grandpa hopefully.He had that twinkle in his eye. He knew how much I been waiting for this.
"Well I'm signing this form" he said making me jump up and hug him again. "I'll convince your dear grandma."
A broad grin spread across my face.
Forget I said that my grandma was coolest.
The title always belonged to Grandpa Roland.
"What about the girls soccer team? Didn't you want to join that?" he asks as I joyfully hopped to the base of the staircase.
"There isn't one anymore. Apparently couple of girls got injured and their worried parents took the school to court. And with that we bid adieu to the girls team"
"But there are a couple of girls who train with the guys team" I hurriedly add
"You sure you don't want to try out? It won't be like the last time." He vaguely assures me.
"I'll think 'bout it", I replied while turning and sprinting back to my room.______________________________________________________________________________
I tossed and turned.
I've been doing so for the past hour.
The insomniac Kiara is alive and awake everybody!
I punched the headboard with my fist and sat up in bed.
Slightly humming a Kodaline song I heard on the radio, I threw on a blue hoodie with my sweats and lazily tied my vans.
Opening the window I steadied my leg on the pipe below the window and then shimmied quietly down the old brown ladder casually leaning against the house.
This obviously isn't the first time. That's why I have a random ladder there.
And no! I'm not afraid of burglars.
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