Wednesday, May 29, 2013

Wednesday WIP: Girl in Motion (book formerly known as Cheesy)


Chelsea Reed's dad signs her up for Powder Puff football, even though he knows she's been playing with, and wants to continue playing with the boys at her high school. Little does he know, much of her desire to play football stems from her estranged relationship with him and her longing to strengthen their relationship. 
 
The rest of the week was like time standing still because my first football game caused me 
anxiety. I tossed and turned the night before, barely getting any sleep. In the morning, I trudged down to the kitchen. My dad sat at the kitchen table, reading the paper.
“I need coffee,” I said to no one in particular.
     He peeked at me over the top of his newspaper like I was crazy and said, “Coffee?  You’re a little young for coffee aren’t you?”
 “You are aware that high school kids pretty much live on coffee, pizza, chips, and gum, right?”
     “Hmph,” he said. Seriously, do people really say hmph?
     I poured a cup of coffee, leaving enough room for about half a cup of creamer. I hated the taste of regular coffee. I preferred Starbucks, but I needed the jolt and my only option was the slop in Dad's coffee pot. While I drank my coffee I made myself a breakfast full of good carbs and went and got my uniform on.
     My stomach fluttered, and not in the good way, like when Tommy said nice things to me, but in the bad way like when I’m about to throw up. I sat down on my bed and took a few deep breaths. I pulled on my socks, put my hair in a ponytail, and grabbed my cleats.
     As I walked toward the garage, I stopped at the kitchen table where my dad still sat. I stood for a moment which caught his attention. He glanced up from his paper and said, “What is it?”
     “Um—” I couldn’t ask, knowing the answer would disappoint me.
     “Well, what is it?”
     I stared him square in the eyes and asked, “Are you coming to my game?”
     His gaze immediately shifted back to his newspaper. “I’ve got a lot of work to do.”
     “Oh, okay.” I admit, even though I knew what the answer would be, it still  disappointed me. I mean, he signed me up for the stupid team with their stupid ugly players and dumb skirts and he didn't even plan to see me play?
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