Don't Go Through Life Without Field Goals

The E-Mail

My mind was about to blow up. I was way to nervous about the e-mail, but I couldn't help it. What if I didn't make it?

The beep that came from my computer's speakers made me jump and I saw it was from the coach. I clicked on the message to open it and I started reading it.

Thank you for trying out, blah, blah, blah. . . We hope you injoyed the day as much as we did, blah, blah, blah. . . You made it! I screamed to the top of my lungs and started jumping up and down on my bed, sending a remote on the floor. Matt ran into my room.

"What's going on?" He sounded worried.

"I made it!" I screamed. His face lit up and I jumped into his arms. He spun me around a couple of times before planting my feet on my carpet. I took deep breaths and Matt smiled.

"What now?" He asked.

"I'm going to call Nicole." I said. He chuckled and left my room. The phone rang a couple of times before Nicole picked up.

"Hello?" She asked. I screamed and I heard a muffle.

"Ow, Connie!" He said. "I still need my ears, you know." I ignored her commett.

"I got on a team!" I exclaimed. Now, it was her tern to scream. I held the phone away from my ear.

"Ow, Nicole!" I complained.

"Oh my gosh! You made it on a team?! I thought it would never happen!" She chuckled.

"Ha, ha, ha." I rolled my eyes.

"Any cute boys?" She asked.

"Is that all you can think about?" I wondered.

"No. . . I think about me and cute boys making out-"

"Ew! Ew! Ew! Nasty! Please, leave that part out!"

"Okay, fine. Hey, I gotta go, but call me later, okay?"

"Okay, bye."

"Bye." I tossed my phone on my bed and I layed my head beside it. A week. I have one week until practice starts, which brings a question to mind. . . Who all will be on my team from the try-outs?