I sit in the car waiting. Where is she? My mom is the typical mom, tall and bossy. Ok maybe not tall. She's only 5'4 but I'm only 5'1, the smallest kid on my team, or what's left of it. After our coach, David, quit, everybody gave up and left. And we have a season coming up! And we only have 6 players, and no coach! I finally hear the door to my garage creak open. I turn my head to the left, seeing a shorter, brunette woman with clear green eyes sparkling at mine. My mom. A smile forms showing her blinding white teeth, something I've always been jealous of. My mom is an image of perfect, and how she looks so young at 47 beats me. "You wanna unlock the car for me?" she says with a light smile. I turn away from her and to the keys already in the hole and I recognize the sound of the engine running. "No," I say with a smirk. "Ya well you get no choice unlock it now," she says, with less of a smile.
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The Last Game
Teen Fiction14 year old Cely can't wait to get her cleats on so she can get to tryouts for the A team for her age group. She couldn't resist tryouts and she was in desperate need of a team, after her coach quit. But when society and the hard luck of an average...
