Across the Street

Chapter 1

BANG! BANG! BANG! was all I heard, and I knew what time it was. Time to put in work.

"GET THE HELL UP!" my mom screamed from the other side of the door. I knew today's workout was gonna be hell. Don't get me wrong I love working out with my mom, but when she stressed, she worked me out 20 times harder. I quickly got out of bed and got ready for an hour or two of soccer training.

I walked down the steps and was thrown an apple while my mom got her keys to lock up behind us. I rolled my eyes and sighed. My brother, Keyon, just chuckled at me. "I don't know why you laughing like Daddy ain't boutta bust your ass," I said. That stopped him real quick, and right on queue, my dad blew his horn for Keyon to get in the car. I yelled bye to Kameron, my sister, and Kahlil, my little brother and was out the door to catch up with my mom, who was already starting our run to the field about 5 miles down the road at my school.

As I opened the front door, the neighbor across the street did too. We quickly made eye contact and waved. We've been neighbors for ten years and barely said anything, but "hey" or "congrats" to each other.

All of a sudden, I was put in a headlock. I look up to see my dad and quickly gave him a hug. "You need to start running before your mother gets mad," my dad chuckled. I just playfully rolled my eyes and took off with my headphones in.

I started thinking about what all has happened in the last year. Everything was going well until my mom and dad decided to get a divorce that surprised everybody. There weren't any hard feelings. They just fell out of love and out of respect for each other decided to move on. They're still best friends and get along great, but it's just not the same. But, anyways ever since my dad moved out, I decided I was gonna train even harder. Keyon and I train with our dad for basketball, and our mom for track. We're twins and the athletic kids. We alternate days training with our parents to get one on one time with them. Kameron, our oldest sister, and Kahlil, our little brother, were artistically talented. Kam writes music and poetry, while Kahlil loves to draw and make things.

Me and Keyon quickly moved up the national rankings once we got to high school. Last year, we both won state with basketball and track. I won runner-up in state in softball, and his team finished in the top five with baseball. We were both ranked in the top 20 for basketball in the national rankings, but I'm #1. He was also ranked #12 in track, while I was a little lower at #17.

That brought my mind back to Jailyn Jakobson, AKA #1 in track, and my neighbor across the street. Trust me I wasn't jealous of her, I just thought about her and that gorgeous smile a lot. I was actually pretty happy for her when she ran into the locker room the day she found out she had passed me in the rankings back when track was my main focus. That was when I finally admitted to myself I had a little crush on her. It was actually kind of weird that we weren't best friends. Our parents had been friends since the 1996 Olympics when our parents were all there competing.

When I got to the track, my mom asked me if I was ready. "Not really," I said.

"What's up?" my mom asked with a confused look on her face.

"Just thinking about the season. I mean what if nothing goes right for softball? I mean we lost our best pitcher and our best 2 hitters." I said feeling defeated.

My mom chuckled. "Girl, I'm gonna need you to start worrying about real problems. Y'all better than ever with that freshman class. C'mon now."

And with that, we started our training session from hell.

A/N
Yo just changing a couple small details to make it something I actually wanna write again lol