September 20 | Friday
It's been about a week since the accident. Sam has spent 24/7 with us. We visit Carmody every day; today being the first day we haven't. The only reason is because it's Devil's Night. Carmody is still in the coma and doctors are fearing how long until she's better. She was looking forward to Devil's night the most and it honestly sucks not to have her here for it, especially for Sam, who could really use her girlfriend's encouragement right about now. Sam now wears tape on her wrist with CR for Cam.
Today is the biggest day of the year at ASU: Devil's night. It's a Friday night in September when the women's soccer team plays and it kicks off at 2 am. They play at 2 am, 4:45 am, and then at 6:30 am then a ASU-themed takeover at breakfast restaurants in the area. No classes. Lunch is provided yet again by surrounding restaurants. At 3, the Campus Games begin, running until 5 which will be dinner then we have introductions for all ASU athletes and then football plays at 7, then after, big ASU party in the Arena before lights out at 2 am.
It's an exhausting full circle.
"It's 12:15 in the morning!"
"We've got to get ready!" I shout, rolling my eyes at her.
Devils night is a huge night at ASU. I'm not sure why but I guess we will find out. Sam was already in the shower, blaring her country music as she probably got ready for her game. Her jersey, shorts, socks, shin thingies, cleats, prewrap, a long sleeve shirt, and sweatpants laid across Carmody's bed as she took her time in the shower. Everleigh was all dressed already; red jeans & a yellow sweater. I scanned my closet, finding white jeans, a red T-shirt, and a yellow flannel. I quickly changed and Sam came parading out of the bathroom in a towel, grabbing her gear and she rushes back into the bathroom.
Sam is a hot mess on game day. But now, with Carmody in the hospital and Sam being here with us full-time, she's even more messy. I don't understand it all but who knows. She has to be at the stadium by 1 for her game at 2. It's hectic. They're the reason I don't play sports. Sam comes back almost every day either drained of energy, full of energy, or partially awake. Carmody would come back full of stories of stuff that happened at practice. I never understand it, probably because I don't and won't know what it is like to be an athlete in college. Or athlete in general.
Sam barges out but she's on the phone, throwing a wind-breaker on and she's rushing.
"Yes. Thank you, doctor. Have a good day." She hangs up and screams, jumping onto Carmody's bed.
I motion my hand for her to continue and she shouts even louder.
"I won't be 'round for lunch, going to see my baby." She smiles and Everleigh's jaw drops.
"no. There's more. SPILL!!" Everleigh jumps up and down and Sam nods, the two screaming.
"Okay, stop screaming. Sam, it's 12:30."
"Alright. Let's go." She slid on Vans and and we head downstairs.
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Sam is off today at the game. She's got her shoulder tapped along with her ankle and she's slow on the pitch. The light from the stadium acts as a spotlight as she takes a throw in. The stands are quiet until a girl with black hair scores and everyone errupts into screams. It is as if the dead stadium found their voice suddenly. The first half closes. 3:12 am and Sam is laying on the field with a teammate crying before their coach walks over. You can tell she's not injured; it is probably happy tears knowing Sam but you can't know everything. She steps out onto the pitch with a microphone and takes a deep, shaky, breathe.
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Runaways
General Fiction3 best friends since day 1 from New York all attend college in Arizona. Through their own adventures, Everleigh, Leva, and Carmody must direct their way through life while Carmody is constantly traveling. After their freshman year, Carmody receives...
