'Our hearts are like gems.'
The Story Of Summer Jones and Pierce Hudson. Two different teenagers, a girl and a boy wouldn't have found each other if love hadn't stopped them in their tracks.
We are fifteen-year-old boys with a reckless mindset and a...
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Summer Jones;
We have been lacking in recruiting plenty of girls for Footy, and none of the girls think that the flyers help either, we took a trip into the city and taped passive posters up on poles and into the urban neighbourhoods. We haven't received a simple reply yet; the coach hasn't been popular with the phones calls along with the emails. Our club is dust, and slowly girls are resigning from participating on game day against other teams like ours, I heard Kristine who lives deep in the city left the team last week and is on the waiting list for a better footy club.
I have been spending more time entertaining my partners and planning out dates to go out on then waking up early in the morning for practice on Saturdays. Our coach has not been speaking to us verbally, and we all notice his athletic build from years of training himself and entering games as a youngling then choosing to lift weights, become rather pudgy looking. He has grown a stomach and sends us little texts informing us of practice being the next day, mainly on a Sunday, the day before school. He's been getting lazy and has gone back to his awful addiction; smoking ruined his lungs before and he has been breathing heavily through his mouth "Fricking Annoying." he'd complain. The lack of adrenaline of coaching a team in a game is the only boost that has him smiling and off from slowly killing himself.
I have been inviting girls from the group over to my house for days now, constantly reminding them of the good pasts we have had together. The games we have been in and the excited smiles we've shared when the commentator announced that we won the game. If I don't, then I'm afraid that they'll drop out with knowing that the good team ended on the losing side. Maura Harris has been the most to oblige in helping me bring our team mates together; she promised me that the team is her family and she'll do everything in her power to not lose them, including me, and I blushed in the cheeks about being told that I was important.
Maura is at my house today and is digging her way through my closet. She's been persistent to find a particular choker that would fit her attire. She groans 'You have nothing Jones, not even shoes.' She says and continues to rummage through my draws and closet. 'Legit.' she has been saying that a lot 'How do you even have clothes?- I mean c-come to places with chokers.' She stumbles upon her words. I lean on my headboard and with my long legs over-lapped one another while chewing onto the little snacks we sneaked up stairs.
I ignore her 'So where are you going today?' I ask as I nibble onto a snake lolly. Maura couldn't stop ushering me into my room when she showed up on my doorstep, she rushed up the carpet stairs and flew straight to my closet. Wherever she was going seemed necessary or whoever she was meeting. Maura doesn't answer me as I wait a couple of more seconds for her reply, 'Maura.' I call, ........she still has her back to me 'Maura Harris, I said where are you going after this and what is the reason behind wanting a choker?.'
