"Hey sis," Brendon called coming down the stairs. "Wanna play some catch?"
"I thought I was too girly to hang out with you," I snapped. "Or am I suddenly good enough for you?"
"Sam, they were just joking," He sighed. "I promise I don't think that of you."
"Whatever, just leave me alone for now will you?" With a sigh Brendon headed back upstairs. Once I heard the door close I reached under my bed and pulled out a magazine. On the cover was Tim Tebow, my idol. Ever since I could remember I was in love with football except I was a girl and a girl playing football was unheard of. I was going to prove them wrong though. I was going to try out for the football team and I was going to make it.
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"You want to try out for the football team," Brendon scoffed. "I'm sorry Sam, but football is a guys sport."
"So why can't it become a girls sport too?" I asked. "You know if I had the chance I could make it and show everyone that girls deserve the chance to play!"
"I know you can throw a ball and run faster than a bunch of people on the track team, but I just don't think it’s safe."
"When you want to try something new, I support you! But now that I want to prove a point you tell me it’s not safe?"
“That’s because it isn’t!”
I glared at my twin, he was supposed to be encouraging me to chase my dream instead he was telling me not to. I thought I knew Brendon inside and out by right now I was questioning it. “Fine, if you aren’t going to help I’ll find someone who will.” With a final glare I stomped down to my room where I threw myself onto my bed.
“Sam you down there,” I hear someone call a few minutes later.
“Depending on who it is,” I replied. A heard a chuckle as someone came down the stairs. That someone turned out to be Jake.
“I heard what happened,” He said sitting down beside me. “Wanna explain to me why you want to play football so bad?”
“I want to prove to everyone that girls can play the sport to. I’m sick of watching from the sidelines while you guys go out there and play the sport you love. Just for once I want the chance to prove to everyone that I can play football and that it doesn’t matter that I’m a girl. It’s not going to happen though.” With a frustrated sigh I added, “And now I sound like every other teenage girl.”
“Not every other teenage girl wants the chance to play football,” Jake pointed out.
“No, but every other teenage girl whines about every little thing that doesn’t go their way.”
Jake was silent for a few moments before he spoke again, “If you truly want to play, I’ll help you.” I glanced up at him and saw that he was dead serious.
“Thank you,” I whispered softly a smile spreading across my face.
