Studs and Sequins

I saw Chelsea gaining on me so I pushed forward, digging my boots in the freshly cut grass. 5 meters, 4 meters, 3 meters, 2 meters and.....

"Once again Tyra comes in first, step it up guys, good Tyra.”

"Thanks coach" I panted breathlessly walking to the bench.

I saw Chelsea cross the white chalk finish line about 8 seconds behind me, collapsing on the grass after doing so.

I slipped off my baby blue, Nike soccer boots replacing them with my free runs.

I approached a dying Chelsea, poking her with my toe. "Anything functioning in that tiny brain if yours Chelas?"

"Nup, nothing. Absolutely nothing." Chelsea grunted. I extended my hand to Chelsea; she gripped on to my sweaty palms and yanked herself up.

"Gross sweaty" Chelsea wiped her hands up and down her soccer jersey.
I rolled my eyes and walked over to where the coach was calling us.

"Friday is a very important game for us. We are vs. our biggest competitors, the Easy Grimoor Bulldogs. So Tyra centre mid, Chelsea right Courtney left. Then in defense..." I zoned put as coach continued to tell everyone there positions for this Friday’s game.

I was the same as always, I liked midfield. I was about the worst defender on the planet.

"Okay so everyone clear" there was a chorus of 'yes'

"Dismissed"

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I walked out of the shower slipping on my robe and pulling out my hair dryer.
I looked up at my self in the mirror. I saw an average teenage girl, brown hair and brown eyes and about an average height. My pale complexion always made it hard to wear bikinis in summer, compared to all the tanned blondes at my school.

After my hair was dry I brushed it and curled it. Pinning an aqua pin to the side of my head, holding back my curls. I speedily did my makeup, and gave myself a check over.

I was about to head downstairs when I remembered something.

Clothes

I stared down at my half bare body. My special lady parts covered by lacy undergarments

I hurriedly slipped on my short blue dress. The breasts covered by jewels then it poofed out, coming down to mid thigh. The dress was strapless and had a heart shaped top.

Just as the doorbell rang singling my guest was here, I put on the last of my accessories.

A mask.

The same mask I wear every week.

Why?

So no one knows who is behind the mask, who is running the party.

So no one knows it me.