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Chapter 6: Figures
"Ugh flippen actual fvck," I cussed hitting my head on the desk angrily. I need to learn to control my temper.
"Sorry, Danny but you were going to find out sooner or later," Becky shrugs as I proceed to another string of not so colourful profanity.
"How is it that even possible? Why did my old school - Thornfalls have to be versing my current school Holdenbridge?" I reply my head still slammed on the desk I turn it to face Bec.
"So you think your best friend Thomas would know?"
I nod worridly. "How am I suppose to play now"
"Miss swift, Miss Jones please behave," My history teacher warns before Becky can say anything.
We both give a quick yes and read our textbooks, adjusting my glasses I try to pay attention. Mahn is history boring or what? I keep thinking about football practice in the afternoon and how rude Xavier is. Flip his nickname, I'm not calling him Xray.
After school I told Bec not to wait for me and she went to the mall with Jennifer. The pitch was empty when I arrived, the boys are probably still in the change rooms, how is it they take longer then me and I have to change into my alter ego.
I sound like a fvcking superhero.
My usual red hoodie and black skinny jeans are changed into a red t-shirt and black cargo pants ending at my knees with a pair of white football boots and a cap. I have to keep reminding myself to take out my glasses and replace it with the contact lens. Believe it or not, contact lens can change a person's whole facial image. Anyone remember liv and maddie. That was my tweenhood series.
"Hey Swift," I see one boy walking towards me and the bro - hug thing. The guy's name is Brady and he's a kind of punk with his electric green hair and neon t-shirts. I pick up one of the footballs and pass it to him.
"Neon is pretty cool, you really seem to like it?" I ask as he passes the ball back.
"I love neon it's my lucky colour," Brady answers with a flick of his green hair.
"Really now? Is that so?" I reply turning the ball with my foot.
He smirks and kicks the ball into the air and catches it with the back of his neck. I clap my hands impressed. Boys are so competitive.
"You think you can do better?"
Its not a rude question, he just wants to know if I can. Grinning I go on my hands to do a head stand as he kicks the ball to me, I kick it in the air keeping it airborne.
"Cool dude, for a newbie," he comments with a nod.
"Thanks," I reply standing up and adjusting my t-shirt the other boys soon come to line up with us.
Coach makes us do drills for 45 minutes before a game. We start playing, Liam one of the midfield passes the ball to fellow MD Trey who runs forward and dribbles past Archer before passing the ball to me, I see Mark trying to get the ball and try to take a shot to Jackson. But before I can cross it Diego slide tackles me and I fall. Coach blows his whistle.
"Sorry amigo are you hurt?" the boy asks extending a hand his eyes glittering on the sun. Diego is a handsome Spanish boy, has dark brown hair that is usually shaved on the side and tanned skin, one of the members of Archer's gang.
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Teen Fiction{not your average cliche} {COMPLETED} Dan Swift Infamously known by many names. 'The swift ' is popularly used, in reference to his amazing talents. A rising football star at his new school Holdenbridge high. His teammates respect him, the school a...
