The whole story is officially disclaimed! I know it's really short, but the first five chapters will be; they're kind of intros. Hope you like!
Westchester, New York
The Boys and Girls Club
Tuesday, October 23rd
6:47 PM
"Mine!" Claire shouted. She lunged towards the spiraling yellow-and-white volleyball, pounding it with as much force as her thin arms could contribute. It flew over the net and into the setting hands of Layne. This was exhilarating. Claire loved this game; it was a passion. Like Cam, photography, and Keds, it was one of the things she loved.
If only the rest of the Pretty Committee knew.
They would disown her for sure. Her friends back in Florida made fun of the Boys and Girls Club; she couldn't even imagine the PC's opinion on it. Especially since Strawberry, a loyal B&GC member, just got head lice from another girl there.
"Claire!" shouted Coach Sanders.
"What?" she whipped her head around to find the ball zooming towards her face. "AAAAAGGGGGGGGHHH!" With an embarrassing scream, she covered her face.
Wrong move.
"Sorry, guys," Claire apologized as the ball hit the floor.
"It's fine," they muttered in an it's-so-not-fine way.
Come on, it's only practice, Claire thought, It's just a mock game.
"Get some water and we'll work on serve-receive!" yelled Coach Sanders. Claire walked towards the bleachers and grabbed her lime green water bottle, taking in huge gulps. Ahh. Doing volleyball at the B&GC was one of the best things she had ever done. But also the worst. She was never available on Tuesdays and Thursdays due to practice, or Mondays because of games. Massie had probably started to get suspicious that Isaac hadn't been around as much to chauffeur her to her practically-all-the-time mall trips.
"Claire! Ya with me? We're playing survivor; get on the court!"
Claire obeyed the orders and sighed; thinking about how her whole life was just a game of survivor.