Hurt || 5H

twelve

"Hello Hawkettes, I'm the new coach for the varsity team, lets get to know each other. I'm Normani and I actually graduated last year." She never told me she was coaching. Fuck.

"I'm Quincy and I'm now a junior." The girl next to me said.

"I-I um, I'm Brooklyn and i-i'm a sophomore." I nervously say. It's funny, I'm afraid to talk in front of people but not when I'm with a group.

In the middle of practice, I started to get hot but I couldn't take off my sweatshirt. Everyone would see the bruises my father left on my wrists.

"Brooklyn and Lexi, I want you to come up front here," Normani said. Normani was looking at formations we could do for our first halftime dance.

"Good job ladies! See you on Saturday. Practice is at twelve so be there. Have a wonderful day." Normani said, everyone, saying bye on the way out.

"Brooklyn, are you okay?" Normani asked setting a water bottle by me.

"Yeah, " I say trying to convince her. I'm trying to focus on her speaking but failing as how hot and light headed I feel.

"Do you have a shirt under your sweatshirt?" She asks.

I shook my head hoping she'd drop it.

"Roll up your sleeves before you pass out." Her voice was laced with worrisome.

"I'm...I'm good." I try to convince her but she looked unconvinced.

She gives me a stern look and I give in, rolling my sleeves up and set my hands by my side so she couldn't see. Normani proceeded to clean up and we headed out.

"You never told me you were gonna be the coach."

"Yeah, it was also kind of last minute too," Normani said truthfully. She pulled into my driveway and bid me a goodbye.

Hey guys

This is the last update for tonight, I might post tomorrow depends if my friend comes over early or not. Anyways I love you all and have a great day/night.