This town sucks. But you know what sucks more? Being QB1 little sister. Everyone expects you to have school spirit out you ass. Guess what? I don't. Now don't start thinking that I'm some dark, depressed Gothic chick, 'cause I'm not. I'm your average teenager. I hang out with my friends, listen to music, watch TV, and go to school in football central. I'm not bad looking either. I have medium length brunette hair with natural gold highlights in it. I'm about 5'6 and I'm pretty toned. I play soccer and swim. I couldn't have a pot belly if I tried.

Now for my brother- the infamous Matt Saracen, aka QB 1. How dumb is it that people call him letters? Its freakin annoying. Matt is a loving brother and I care deeply for him. I was proud when he made it to first string, but that was before things started to get complicated.

I walked in the school. The blue doors with a gold frame pushed past me as I struggled with my bag. Matt decided to leave without me today. Something about picking up Julie. Julie. What an interesting topic. Julie was the coaches daughter. With her long blonde hair and medium stature, she had my brother infatuated. I love Julie, shes sweet with out being too sweet, speaks her mind without being obnoxious, and most importantly, she wasn't obsessed with football. She was one of my really good friends, making for an awkward situation when she started to date Matt.

"Hey babe. How you doin?"

I knew that voice only too well. Smash.

"Brian."

We had a mutual friendship. He commented on my looks and referred to himself in third person and I listened to his never ending talk about football.

"Game tonight. Be there."

I stared at him.

"When am I not at the game Brian?"

His smile faltered slightly, but was then replaced with an even cockier grin, if that was possible.

"Your hot when you put me down."

I chuckled and continued the walk to my locker. As I turned the corner I ran smack into my best friend. Literally. We ran into each other and ended up on the ground. Without missing a beat she beamed at me and replied with too much enthusiasm for this early in the morning "Good morning!" She used her "The Sweetest Thing" voice. You know, the part where Cameron Diaz and what's her face call Jane at work?

I busted out laughing. After a minute or two I replied with my own "Good morning Tess." She always made me laugh. She truly was my best friend. I knew everything about her and she knew everything about me.

We proceeded to walk to my locker. Finally reaching the destination, I did the combination in a lazy fashion and casually opened it while talking with Tess. She walked with me to homeroom and then departed to go to hers. I slipped into the room with 20 seconds to spare before the late bell. I took my seat next to Julie and pulled out my chemistry homework. I looked up at her and said "Do you get any of this?" She smiled at me and shook her head.I chuckled and returned to my work.

Homeroom finished and I walked out the door. Only to run straight into Tim Riggins. My books went everywhere and that chem homework that was impossible floated into the distance onto the ground somewhere some freshman would step on it in his hurry to class. Tim looked up at me and said with his southern drawl, "Saracen."

I was on the ground in an instant picking up my books. Tim slowly lowered himself down and helped me. When everything was collected, he grabbed the rest of my books and started to walk away. Bewildered, I ran after him. "Where are going!?"

All he did was laugh. I was irritated. You see this is where soccer skills come in handy. He turned a corner and lost himself in the rest of the students. I quickly rounded the corner, juked left, skidded right and whirled myself around right in front of Tim.

"I'll be taking these." I told him casually.

An amused smirk danced on his lips. Any other girl would have stopped right there and stared at his lips for the rest of the day. I didn't. Even if I had wanted to, I was late for chemistry.