Crowded inside the girl’s locker room, mostly are taking a showers others are chit chatting with their friends, others are dressing, picking their right outfit so that if they will come out from this room they will look presentable. In the center of the big room there was a specific room for the soccer team, each team has her own specific combo lock lockers, with names in it, specifically printed intended for the best player around, as I stroll along the hallway of those exquisite lockers and exquisite wallpaper printed room, I heard some girls say.
“I’m lucky I get in, I had this locker all by myself” said the other one.
“Me too, I glad I take soccer” as she said smiling at me as I pass by them, and in the end of this locker there was a door right in front of, then afterwards I saw my name printed in it---- Whoa!!---I had my own room, in the locker room? This is suite!!! as I thought opening the door.
We are like real athletes, like big star athletes, inside was a desk with my name on the front, some pile of soccer balls and paraphernalia about soccer, a sofa in the corner a little television, a fridge and a dispenser, then at the other corner was a door leading to my bathroom, I was eager to take a bath because I feel sticky whole afternoon under the heat of the sun playing and kicking some balls, a stress afternoon watching some ladies kicking balls whole afternoon.
As I wash myself up feeling the warm water flowing down my body, feeling that the sticky feeling was gone, cleaning myself, putting moisturizing soup in my body, refreshing myself from the exhausted day, then afterwards I wear my clothes on, same sweatshirts and a pair of jeans I wore last week, and a loud knocking in my door.
“Who is it?” I ask as I put my jeans on.
“It’s Nich” as the voice from the other side replied. Inside me feels like that I don’t want to see him, I don’t want him to be around me, I don’t want to open the door to talk to him, I’ve been on an exhausting afternoon and plus this one.
“What do you want?” as I open the door.
“I just want to talk to you” as he begged in front of me.
“Nich there’s nothing to talk about okay! I understand you” as I said actioned to close the door.
“Why?! Sammy, Sam!…..we have to talk I’ve been to the girls locker room! To come to you! these girls are staring at me like they want to patronize me or something!”as he admitted with his begging face.
“But!! you’re still on the girls locker room!” as I said trying to let him realize that he still inside the locker room.
“Please Sammy! just! Let me inside please!” as he said to me. I wanted him to come in to talk and to clear things out and to be with him again but my alter ego was saying I just don’t.
“Just leave me be!” shutting the door in front of his face. Inside the room I sat on the floor wrapping myself, I wanted to cry my emotions out but I don’t want anybody to hear me, I want to shout out loud but I don’t want anyone to be in concern.
After the day and the next day and the next day, a week had past and I never talked to him, not even once, he seemed not bothering me, I’ve heard he is going out with my Aunt Sassy but that’s no big deal, I know my Aunt truly, I just kept myself busy about my sport, handling my team, putting the deserve ones into first stringers and those second stringers are the bench, handling my team with our coach, Coach Snarls, she is beautiful and petite like Laily’s size, had a sporty attitude and I can see that she dedicated her life into soccer because she is well damn of a coach, she trusted me very much, sometimes she plays and I coached the team, we are like sisters. I kept accompany now is Emily, Ele is on Nich’s I don’t know why she abandons me, so Emily now is my friend, I could not consider her best friend coz’ I don’t her that much, I like her we share same experiences about sports and she had great enthusiasm about arts too, she collects paintings and she also paints, she had several in her dormitory, she showed me one of her work, a very fine and exquisite piece of art, I could not described her paintings, some of them were abstract and some are views from the places she went to together with her family last season, I discovered also that she likes to travel, she’d been to lots of places, inside America and also in the Eastern countries, she paints what she like most, but then her parents did not support her skills in painting, so she just kept it in herself, she told me that she visits her Uncle every Sunday to paint, her Uncle supports her so much because he himself is a painter, her Uncle buys her some of her exquisite and fines paintings, and also her Uncle is the one who sells her paintings to painting lovers, he mostly went to Paris to sell every piece of art Emily paints, and then Emily gets the 50% of her
Uncle’s total profit.
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Take me With You
Teen Fictioni wrote this story a decade ago when I was still in college. A girl named Sam whose family alwags is moving fromnplace to place looking for the right one to settled in. Then they finally decided to go to the place where her mom used to live. Then be...
