I walk through the hall needing all the confidence I can get. Wearing my navy rose print skirt with a rose pink tank tucked in with my cream cardy on everyone gives me looks. My hair fish tail braided to my roght with my spraling head band. A boy with brown hair that stops just before his eyes and beautiful blue eyes approaches and asks " Are you Alexandria Rousse?"
"Yes I am," I replied quietly. He examined me for more than a minute. The. He asked quizically, " Aren't you supposed to be like a really good quarterback?"
"Yes. Is there a problem?" I snapped back. It was the typical boy question. I knew it was coming. They all ask it. You the firly girly girl dressed in a skirt is supposed to bomb a ball. Yes! Sexist boys.
"No just I-i didn't expect someone like.." I cut him off then and there " Like what? A girl? A pretty and elegant girl?" His facial expression was a popular one I got. " That's not what I..."
"Yes it is," I said. " What's your name Mr. Doubt my abilities?" I asked.
"Caleb Doeberiner, but you can call be Doebs." I asked, " Do you play football Doebs?"
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