They Call Me Blades (Harry Styles)

Chapter 1

"You built a cast around your broken heart and you signed  yourself, you signed it 'they were wrong.' . . .They have to be wrong." Expert from To This Day by: Shane Koyczan

"Ellis Michals."

"Here," I say to my Anatomy teacher and raise my hand. She nods her head and marks me present on her clip board.

"Don't you mean Blades?" I hear a voice from behind me and everyone starts laughing. I slide down further in my chair and ignore the harsh comment.

"Settle down everyone and turn to page 109 in your text book, today we will be discussing muscles and the strains and tears that can occur. Ellis, I'm sure you know all of this already. You do run the athletic training office, don't you?" Mrs. Aarons smiles proudly at me and I blush, while the other students snicker maliciously.

"I-um, y-yes I do," I stutter.

"Maybe you should go and take some speech lessons instead." I recognize the high pitch voice and cringe, Mika. Why she is dead set on making my life hell, I have no idea. I really want to call her out on being a bitch but, of course, I bite my tongue and try and focus on the lesson. 

I really really try to pay attention to what Mrs. Aarons is teaching but, in all honesty, I do know all of this. Since I am in the gifted program (no wonder I get bullied) my requirements are different. I have already tested out of most of my core classes and it's barely a quarter into my senior year, so I run the athletics office; I want to go into sports medicine so it fits perfectly. Ms. Evans, the school nurse, is technically my superior and is supposed to watch over what I'm doing but she is rarely around; her and I both know that I run the show. 

I arrive to the school about an hour early to make sure that everything is in order for the day, and I spend first, third, and last hour in my office as well. I have to stick around after school to watch each fall sport for a little bit, and give the coaches advice to keep their players from getting hurt. I find it a little awkward giving recommendations and critiques to adults, but they are grateful for my help.

The last sport to finish daily practice is soccer so the players barge to my office around six thirty. It goes from quiet to hectic in seconds, but I don't mind. It's the only place where I'm not picked on, my sanctuary. A sanctuary filled with smelly, rowdy boys but a sanctuary none-the-less. The guys are actually really cool and we get along swimmingly; but I've always gotten along with boys better, girls are the problem. 

I take pride in my quaint, little office, simply because it is my office. I have my own desk where I fill out forms or even do homework, and my walls are covered with diagrams and charts; as well as pictures that Lilly and Griff have drawn me.

They're three year old twins who's mother gave them up at birth and have been with my foster parents ever since. I'm the oldest of the kids at my foster house and have been there the longest so I have a lot of responsibilities, for example: taking care of Lilly and Griff. I've grown a special, almost maternal, bond with them and those two are the reason for most of my smiles.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when the lunch bell rings and pack up my bag so I can leave as fast as I can. I rush out the door but freeze when I hear Mika's voice.

"Hey, Blades, whats the rush?" She smiles and saunters toward me. Her perfectly curled bleach blond hair bouncing slightly each step she takes.

"I-I'm not in- Ju-just going to lunch." I hate that I stutter, just one more thing she can torment me with. She and her group of clones all burst into laughter and knock into my shoulder as they walk by me, their heels annoyingly clicking as they leave.

I let out a deep breath and turn back to get my lunch and hide in my office like the loser I am. "Just last the year, Ellis, just last the year."

*****

Finally, after what seems like am eternity, the school day is over. I drive down to the practice soccer fields after having my consultations with the football and cross country coaches. All I have to do now is get through the end of soccer practice, talk to the coach and wrap a few knees. Then, I can finally pick up Lilly and Griff and go home.

I get out of my car and see that the boys are scrimmaging. I grab my clipboard, where I jot notes down on, from the passengers seat and go over to greet Coach Lee.

"Michals, good to see you. We're getting ready for our match against Denver South tomorrow, so we've been mostly just working on plays today," he says as I reach him. I nod and start taking notes. 

"You need to tell James if he has to slide to get the ball, he should turn his leg in more or he will screw up his knee," I say and coach calls him over to correct him. I watch as the boys practice and I add in here and there things to prevent injuries.

"Who did you end up putting as team captain?" I ask.

"Styles number 37 right there." Coach points to a very tall, curly haired boy.

"Can you call him over, I'd like to talk to you both since he probably has more say over what the boys do off the field." 

"Sure." He calls to the captain, "Styles!" His head pops up and he jogs over to where we are standing. Upon closer look he looks more like a man in his twenties than a high school student. His arms are covered with tattoos, contrasting greatly with his warm green eyes and friendly smile.

"Ellis, this is Harry Styles."

SO I AM SUPER EXITED ABOUT THIS STORY SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK!!! THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT BUT THEY WILL GET LONGER I PROMISE!!!!