Love Means Nothing... In Tennis ;)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

     "Kiddo, I have some news for you," my dad announced suddenly as I was frantically getting ready for school. Usually I would have finished by now but when my alarm clock went off this morning, I unconsiously turned if off instead of pressing "snooze". Now I was rushing so I wouldn't be late for Homeroom. By sleeping in, I knew today wasn't going to be a good day for me, especially since everything felt unorganised and messy. I definitely wasn't thinking properly. After rumaging through my closet, I opted for a black crop-top with a tie detail at the front and my favourite light blue, high wasted skinny jeans.

     A few minutes later, my dad called out loudly, "Geez, what's taking you so long? It's really important!"

     I groaned, nothing could be that important. My dad was never the patient type. Ignoring him, I decided to take my time getting ready.

     "Steffi Amelia Drake," Dad said, using my full name as an exaggeration. "Get your butt down here right now or else I'm painting all of your tennis racquets pink!"

     Dad's threat causing me to gasp. He wouldn't dare. Afterall, he paid for those expensive racquets but just to be on the safe side, I grabbed my Steve Madden combat books from the shoe rack and left my room.

     Skillfully and successfully, I managed to hop down the stairs with my right foot while putting on the shoe on my left foot. When I reached the end, I sat on the last step and put on the other pair. Aftterwards, I realised that there was no point in me doing that but I was impressed with myself that I didn't fall over.

     When I stood up, my dad appeared out of no where with his arms crossed, blocking my path to the kitchen. I couldn't tell whether he was pissed or that was simply his morning face. They both look the same. "Hey there, Dad. How are you this fine morning?" I smiled innocently, trying to sound as polite as possible.

     "Do you know what time it is?" he asked sternly. I glanced at the clock and frowned when I read that I was ten minutes to eight. I had more than an hour before school started but the entire time I thought I was running extremely late.

     "Umm, it's time for me to eat breakfast or else I'm going to be late for school?" I replied, not sure why he was acting so grouchy.

     After sighing loudly, Dad moved out of my way so I could make my way to the kitchen. As usual, he had already prepared breakfast for me. On the table there was a bowl of oatmeal, a small tub of natural yoghurt and a medium-sized banana. Being a tennis player, I had to maintain a healthy and balanced diet. Yep, that meant no chocolate or ice-cream-basically any form of junk food was prohibited in the house.

     "So, Dad, why are you in a grumpy mood this morning?" I asked while taking a seat. I was so tempted to jokingly ask him if he had his period but I decided agaisnt it because that might annoy him furthermore. My dad was usually a relaxed and carefree person, unless it had something to do with business matters. Now that I thought about it, that's probably why he was acting differenltly. It had to be tennis related.

     "There was a reason why I called you downstairs," Dad stated.

     Obviously."Oh, really now? I thought it was because you wanted to wish me Happy Birthday. Thanks by the way."

     "Your birthday isn't until next month, Kiddo." I shrugged and began digging into the oatmeal because I couldn't think of a good response. "Look, I better get this over and done with." I stopped eating and looked up at him. He made it seem like it was the end of the world or something. His arms were crossed and he looked at me with a serious expression.

     I tried my hardest not to laugh. I really did. This was so unlike him. "What did you want to tell me?" I managed to say without bursting into laughter.