Zoey:
Waking up with four others boys in the house...is a literal terror.
No joke whatsoever.
Finding out Toby's not a morning person, Connor is that annoying overly perky morning person, and Riley is just plain...ewe, eh, and eck. I'm used to Sam, so it doesn't matter, you just don't want to get on his bad side in the morning.
Grabbing a granola bar, I hug my volleyball T-shirt tighter to me.
"Why's it so cold." I mumble grabbing a jacket.
Mom went out and bought us some clothes for this week, and we'll get more once we get to the beach house. So she says.
"Gotta go." I call.
"Honey, why are you leaving so early?" Dad asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.
"Practice, Dad." I say.
"You can't. Arm."
"I still got to attend practices." I say, rolling my eyes.
"Ok, well I'm on my way to work, I'll drop you off at the school." He says, setting the coffee pot down.
"No!" I say. I may have been lying about volleyball practice... I actually have a tournament...and I'm playing...
Everyone turns to me.
"What?"
The mumble something, but Dad just shakes his head, telling me to get in the car.
Dad gets in, turning the news on, on the radio.
"So how've you been, sweetheart?" He asks, turning the roads.
"I'm fine, you?" I ask.
"I'd be perfect, if you wouldn't lie to me."
I go quiet, connecting and un-connecting my fingers.
"Zo, I'm not your mom. I can tell when something's up. Tell me."
"Zoey Danielle. Answer."
My Dad isn't usually a scary person. Unless you don't listen to him.
"I have a tournament."
"Okay, go on."
"I may, or may notbeplayinginit..."
"Zoey, seriously you can't. Your arm, remember? You're not supposed to do anything that would harm it any more."
"I'll be fine, I'm getting it wrapped, alright?" I sigh.
"Zo, just...be careful, while kicking butt." He smiles slightly.
"Alright Dad, love you. Bye." I say, getting out of the car.
"Bye love you, too." He calls after me.
Jogging into the gym, which is also in the auditorium, I catch sight of Grace and Em.
"Hi girly, let's go for that run."
The run.
Ugh. Ewe.
Setting my bags down, we run in a small group, stretching afterwards.
It's going to be a long day.
Letting Raging Fire play on the surround sound, we go through the game plan.
"Burks, over here." Coach yells at me.
Jogging over to her, I tighten my ponytail.
"Wrap that arm good, I don't want it to get any worse." She says, tossing me the wrap.
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Candy Apples
Fanfiction"It matches with your personality." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Your favorite food, describes you. It's sweet at first, then you bite into the apple, and it's bitter-" Cutting him off there, I start defending myself. He shoves the apple back...
