Hayden's POV:
I jump out of the shower feeling much more refreshed. I put on a pair of sweats and a hoddie, throwing my hair into a messy bun as I walk downstairs to the boys yelling at the t.v. Except there was a new face, my father."Watch the ball all the way in idiot!" Dad yells.
"You see, all the players should be watching this coach, this way we don't make those mistakes," Brayden says to dad.
Wait?!?! What do you mean coach???
"Well Hay, when Ryan and I moved down here, I decided to take up position as football coach, just like I was back home, I guess I forgot to tell you."
Did I say that out loud?
".... Oh and how was ur first day?"
"Good I guess, I have volleyball 'tryouts' tomorrow after school so that's one thing I get to look forward to."
"That's great Hay, how are your teachers?"
"Fine, I have some classes with Ryan and Brayden."
"Aren't they a year older?"
"It's called being smart dad" Ryan chimed in.
"Alright well I'm going to head back upstairs, dad can you drive me tomorrow?"
"No can do Hay, I have a meeting."
"I can drive you to school if you want?" Brayden cuts in.
"Yeah just have Brayden drive you-Ahhhh come on guys!" Dad says yelling at the t.v. again, that was my cue to leave.
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The next morning I wake up excited with a little more pep in my step. I quickly go over to the window and open the blinds-something I usually do every morning- as thoughts began to circular through my brain.
• Who lived next door?
• Thinking about it now, I've never seen them open the blinds.Looking at my phone, I realize that I should probably get ready, or else the boys will leave without me. I make way to the bathroom to take a shower. I sigh as I realize that I have volleyball this afternoon, which means I should probably shave. Ugghhh!
Once out, I'm way to lazy to pick out an outfit, so I play my favorite game. I close my eyes and grab random articles of clothing hoping that it turns out okay. It usually does, and todays outfit was a pair of high waisted shorts, and a gray tee, paired with a navy bralette. I put in my pearl stud earrings, and brush out my wavy hair, again curling a few pieces. For makeup, I just threw on some concelar, bronzer, mascara, and a little bit of highlight.
I threw on some sandals, and head to the bathroom for a final check. After spraying on some perfume, I was ready to go.
Heading downstairs, I take my volleyball clothes out of the dryer, and throw everything I need into a drawstring bag.
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