I'm a Hawks' Kid

Nine

"You guys are so cute!" Adam's brother's girlfriend said, looking down at Adam and I as she squealed. Adam and I just looked at each other, while his brother looked at Adam with a face of 'give her a break'.

Adam's brother's name is Michael, but his girlfriend calls him Mickey because it's just something she does. Michael is so calm laid back and kind like Adam and then Michael's girlfriend, Evie, is so rambunctious. She's sweet and all, but sometimes she acts like a little kid. She's my friend's older sister and I know her already, which is hard to believe and though, I wish I hadn't of known her, I do. She also gets so jealous when another girl looks at Michael, even a close that's a girl that has been Michael's best girl friend since they were young, she gets jealous. But she also plays an adult role with Michael, she likes to baby Adam a lot and when I'm around, she baby's me as well.

"We sure are," I replied to her comment. Michael, or Mikey, as Adam and I say, smiled as we all started walking down the road eating our ice cream. Evie was talking to Adam and I as we were all walking. I didn't think she'd be this loud, I thought she'd be quieter and talking to Mikey instead of the two of us. She always babied us, but she was nice while doing it. I disliked it a lot because everyone babies me, even my father and though his are rules, she doesn't help that fact.

I could tell Adam was kinda annoyed and I bet he could tell the same thing about me. I had to be home in a little while from now anyways, but then Adam would be stuck alone with his brother's girlfriend for awhile. Unless he lies and says he's tired or is sick. I'd go with the tired because if you say sick, then it gets everyone's attention and sometimes more attention than you intended.

"Playoffs are going to be sick this year," Adam tells me,

"If you guys even make it," Mikey comments laughing. Adam and I both turn around gasping. That's so not true. "I mean, you two can't play like I can or even got game,"

"We're eleven!" Adam and I shout. Evie laughs.

"I forgot that Kylie played hockey," Of course she did. She's such a girly girl and it does bug me because hey, any girl can do what they want. A girl could play football, baseball, hockey, basketball, soccer, lacrosse, tennis, badminton, volleyball, anything they want they can do as they as they believe in themselves. I know I did and you also have to do what you love in order to accomplish it.

We reached my house and I waved bye to everyone and walked up the steps to my place. I entered the house and my father was awake watching TV. He was watching hockey, something I haven't seen him watch in a long time. "Hey kiddo, I got something to tell you," I took my boots and jacket off, hanging my jacket up and leaving my shoes on the floor in the wide open for someone to trip over them.

"Okay," I said confusedly. I walked over to where he was seated. I didn't know it was that he needed to tell me, but it must be important if he took me aside to talk about it. Last time he did this was when mom and my bratty sister left us. Well, mom left us and took my sister with her, thank the heavens!

He pauses his hockey and looks at me in the eyes, this must be sincere. "The playoffs are starting now, as you know, and your team certainly made the playoffs..."

"And?" I cut him off.

"Well, so did my team-"

I started laughing, "Your wimpy team actually won a game?" I laughed even more at this until he said my name a little more clearly.

"Kylie." He looks at me and I stop laughing now knowing he actually means it. "You'll be switching teams, end of discussion,"

"Wh-what?" I ask once again. I don't think I heard him correctly. "Did you just say that you're switching me?"

"Yes, end of discussion," He says getting up to go to the kitchen. I stand on the back of the couch.

"But you can't do that! I'm so close to the finals!" I raise my voice as he continued walking.

"No, I said end of discussion. Enough... It's your bedtime anyways," I scoff and run upstairs. I am not switching teams. I am going to my game in a couple days and I am going to be a Hawk. I am not leaving my team that I have been with since I was young. He can't just switch me. He doesn't know how hard I've been working to impress him. Now I gotta impress him in front of his so called not wimpy team? No way!

I stomped up the stairs and yelled, I didn't curse, but I yelled all the way up. I made so much noise that I don't even think my dad cared anymore about what I did. So long as I didn't break something and I won't because I am smart enough not to get into trouble.

I entered my room and slammed the door shut as I plopped on my bed. No way can he do this to me. He was a Hawk and he can't switch me. I am suppose to play for the Hawks because of where I live and not because my dad coaches this team and doesn't. I'd want to try out and if I do, I'd play my suckiest ever just so I didn't make that team.

I laid in my bed, a couple tears in my eyes as my room was pitch black and it hurt every time I rubbed my eyes because of my black eye. Well, it hurt one eye, not both, but you get it. I had thrown all my blankets, sheets, and pillows on the ground. The only thing on my bed was is the sheet that goes over top of my mattress and then some tears that were now going to stain to sheet.

I eventually fell asleep about three hours after I was finished throwing my fit and it was around eleven thirty at night and I was dead tired.