I've always loved sports, basketball, volleyball, soccer, lacrosse, track, field, cheer, etc. You name it and I've done it-except for football. Don't ask why, I just never have.
I have more guy friends than I do girl friends. That doesn't really mean anything to me, I just do. A lot of them play football, which means a lot of girls think I'm a hoe. But I'm not, there just jealous I can actually talk to a guy without batting my eyelashes like a drag queen.
Even tho people have mixed feelings about me, they're usually a ok with coming to one of my every month party. Since my parents are hardly ever home, I'm an only child. My parents don't give a damn about me, they're crazy drug addicts. I live alone in a 2 bedroom apartment, I work 2 jobs just to keep the place. Both of my jobs are of waitressing.
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Monday-
I sat down at lunch with my normal friends, Izzie and the cheer squad. The cheer squad only hangs out with me for two reasons. 1. I'm Izzie's bestie. 2. I can hook them up with any guy.
After lunch I went to failures math. Chris and I sit together, since we've known each other so long. I consider him family really.
"Hey try out for football this year!" He whispered to me.
"What? No, you're crazy!"
"Cmon it's our last year of high school!"
"Soooo???"
"Just think about it"
"Fiiiiine, but I'm warning you if I break a bone I will beat you with a stick!"
"LIV, CHRIS QUEIT PLEASE!!" The teacher yelled.
Chris smirked at me, and I rolled my eyes. It was always me getting us yelled at.
