Don't Go Through Life Without Field Goals

Try-Outs

"WAKE UP, CONNIE!!! RISE AND SHINE!!!!" Matt was jumping up and down on my bed and he leaped off the matress and hit the ground with a thump.

"UGH!!!! GO AWAY, MATT!!!!!" I yelled, throwing a pillow at him and, of course, missing.

"You don't want to be late for the try-outs, do you?" He asked. I jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. I had completely forgotten about the try-outs! I started the warm water for my shower and locked my door. After I was finished, I brushed my hair, slipped on some basketball shorts and a tee and went down stairs for breakfast, which was already on a plate and ready for me to eat. I swallowed it all and waited for dad to get home from work. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket so I unlocked the screen to see a text from Nicole.

Nicole: Good luck w/ try-outs!!! U gonna woop some butts!!! ;)

I  chuckled and text back really quick.

Connie: Thanx :)

When the text sent, my dad walked through the door.

"Hey, dad! Ready to go to try-outs?" I asked, jumping on the heels of my feet. He looked a little surprised, but chuckled.

"Sure, just let me go get dressed." He said. He walked up the stairs and, twenty minutes later, he came back down in nice pants and a button up shirt with his work shoes still on. Being an accountant, he has to have nice shoes.

"Dad, this is football. You need to dress a little more. . . Sporty." I wrinkled my nose.

"I'm not the one on the field." He said. I was in the passenger side of our sports car before dad was even out of the house.

"Dad, hurry! I don't want to be late!" I called to him.

"Hon, we're an hour early." He said, starting the car. I was so looking forward to this, I was bouncing in my seat. But, then I started to get nurvous. What if I mess up? What if there are hot guys? Or worse, what if there are hot guys and I mess up?

Before I had time to think of something, we were at the field and my dad was out of the car. I had a little trouble getting out of the car from my shaking hands, but I figured if someone asked I would blame it on the cold.

I went down to the field, told the coach my name, and he gave me some duck tape to put on my shirt and wrote the number eight on it with a sharpie. I stood there between the groups of kids. One group had five girls and the other three was filled with boys. One boy had dark brown eyes, wavy blond hair, and tan skin. I hadn't noticed I was staring at him until he looked up and saw me. I dropped my eyes to the ground and blushed. I jumped when I heard a whistle and turned to see the coach.

"Okay, all the quarter backs line up on the line!" He yelled. I joined two girls and two boys in the line. The girl in front of me was short, blond, and was really taned.

"Hi, I'm Rikki." She smiled and held up her hand for a high-five.

"I'm Connie." I slapped my hand agenced hers and the girl in the front of the second line wrinkled her nose and rolled her eyes when she saw me.

"Ignore her." Rikki wispered. I nodded and, before I knew it, it was my turn to throw. I took the ball in my hand and looked to see who I was throwing to. It was the blond boy I was staring at earlyer. Oh. No.

"Hike!" I yelled. He ran out and cut, so I through the ball, which was behind him, so he had to leap backwards to catch the ball. Then, he tossed the ball back to me, a crooked smile on his perfict face. I yelled hike to the next boy who had light skin, brown hair, and was as tall as Rikki. It was too high, so he had to jump to catch it. I groaned and one of the coaches walked to me.

"Don't worry. Just relax and put the ball in front of them." He said. I nodded and hicked the ball, again. This time, it was the girl that looked at me funny in line. She ran out and I took two deep breaths before the ball landed right in her hands. I smiled and the coach gave me a thumbs up. The girl glared at me as I went to the back of the line. Then, she raised her hand.

"Uh, coach? May I throw?" She asked.

"Uh. . . Sure, Lora. Go ahead." He motioned her to get in the front line. Lora took the ball, called hike, and tossed it way too early. The boy had to run as fast as he could and reach as far as he could and he still didn't even tip it off.

"That's okay, try again." The coach said. She nodded and took the ball.

"Hike!" She yelled. This time, the ball was released perfictly, but not hard enough. It hit the boy's leg.

"Ow!" He yelled. Lora blushed and I tried to hide a giggle.

"Okay, that's all for today! I will send you an e-mail of which team you're on and give you the date of our first practice!" The coach said.

"Good luck!" Called Rikki, who was running across the field and jumped the fence. I saw the blond headed boy smile at me before heading back to the car.