Welcome to my life.

My name is Spencer Carlin. I am captain of the hockey team and the soccer team. Most people would say that I am the most popular girl in school, but I beg to differ.

I recently dumped my boyfriend, Aiden, because he was getting too clingy. I don't want clingy. I guess there wasn't that spark either. You know, the one that makes me want to see him every moment of every day. I guess in the end, I just didn't want to be around him. I would rather just go to the clubs after my games and spend time dancing and drinking with my friends then I would have 'alone' time with him.

At home, it's just me, Mom, Dad, and my brother, Glenn. Glenn is a year older than me but she got held behind three times so he is two years below me. May parents aren't too pleased about that.

We were sat at dinner one evening when mom brought the idea up for the first time. To us anyway.

"I think we should adopt." She mused. Dad didn't say anything, but he nodded slowly. "What do you two think?"

I looked at Glenn who was too busy chasing a pea around his plate to answer.

I nodded my head but asked, "How old were you thinking?"

"We don't know. Maybe a toddler?"

"But there are plenty of people that are willing to adopt the younger kids because they haven't got problems yet."

"What do you suggest Spencer?" she tilted her head to one side and asked softly.

"Well, why not someone my sort of age? That way they could come to school with us and we can help them. You know, give them a second chance before the system kicks them out on their ass."

"Language Spencer." She scolded. She is a very strict catholic. "I like that idea Spencer." Glenn grunted his agreement. "Your father and I are going the children's home this weekend. We already got the 'ok' to adopt and just wanted to know what you both thought."

"Well, I don't have a problem with it. But, where is the kid going to sleep? We don't have any spare rooms." I asked, slightly confused.

"Oh, well we were going to put them in with Glenn if we got a boy and put them with you if we got a girl." I nodded approval. "Are you going to come with us to the home?"

"I can't. I have a soccer game on Saturday morning and a hockey game in the evening, and then I was going to go out with my friends and celebrate."

"Well we will be at your hockey game but we won't be able to make it to your soccer one." Dad said before he took a sip of his wine.

"That's no problem. Do you know when we would bring this kid home?"

"If all the papers are ready and the home is ok with it, we could bring it home on Saturday."

"And do you really think that this kid would want to come and watch my game when she or he is trying to settle into her or his new home?" I asked kindly and raised my eyebrow as my mom looked deep in thought. "Well I wouldn't want to. So don't worry about coming to my game."

"Are you sure honey?" dad asked.

"Positive."

**

Saturday came and I was excited. I was looking forward to meeting my new brother or sister and what that adventure could have.

We also had out first soccer match of the season in two hours and the qualifier match for hockey that starts at 2. This is my first year as captain for the Sparrows. Our captain last year got caught doing well... stuff in the changing rooms earlier this year so she got kicked off of the soccer team.

I was sat in the changing rooms, going through the speech that I was going to give the team about playing well and no pressure and that we should play for the sake of playing the game. You know, inspirational. I leaned my head back against the wall and sighed deeply as I closed my eyes.

"Stressed already?" my best friend's voice rang through my ears. She was always way too chirpy. I heard her hang her bag up and I knew that she was getting changed into her kit.

"I just don't want to let the team down. I think playing two sports, let alone being captain of both teams, was a bad idea." I sighed again.

"Come on Spence! Coach knows the kind o pressure you are under with both teams. Do you really think that he would have made you captain if he didn't think you could handle it?"

"I guess you are right." I opened my eyes and lifted my head off of the wall to tie my boots.

"I'm always right Spence, you should know this by now." She winked at me and took the ball from between my hands. "Come on baby girl, lets go get warmed up." She drop-kicked the ball to me and it hit my head.

"Nice Chels! I'm going to get you for that!" I rubbed my head and ran after her.

Chelsea has been my best friend for as long as I can remember. I don't know what I would do without her.

After our team talk from the coach and the 'inspirational' talk from me, we charged out onto the pitch, ready wipe the other teams face in the dirt.

**

We played hard. They lost 3-1. It wasn't a huge lead, but it was probably the best 90 minutes of my life so far. One of our team mates got sent off because the other team was playing dirty and they just lost it. I must admit, the girl had it coming.

As I walked into the changing rooms, I received numerous pats on the back and congratulations for leading the team in their first victory of the season. We have 5 long months ahead of us and god knows how many games in between. But I am looking forwards to every single second of it.

I didn't really speak to anyone as I was getting changed nor as I was going to my car. Chelsea caught up to me and asked me if I needed a ride to the game tonight. She isn't on the hockey team but she watched all of my games.

I told her that I did need a ride and that I would see her in two hours. I needed to go home and just get a shower.

**

"Spence, honey, there is someone here I would like you to meet. Could you please come to the kitchen?" my mom's voice came as soon as I opened the door.

"But mom, I'm all sweaty and nasty. Cant I go shower first?" I held my breath and waited for an answer. I don't know why I never showered at the ones in the school. I guess it just didn't feel right.

"Ok, but hurry. And dinner is in half an hour."

I dumped my bag at the bottom of the stairs, knowing mom would be trailing behind me and would wash my kit for next weekend's game.

I showered as fast as I could and pulled on a pair of short shorts and an old hockey jersey, just to annoy my mom.

I wandered into the kitchen with a grin on my face.

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"Spencer Carlin! Go and get some form of trouser or short on!"

"Chill mom, look." I lifted up the bottom of my jersey so that she could see my short. She sighed and I giggled.

"I wish you would stop doing that Spencer." I laughed again and looked past her to the figure that was sat behind her, her hands clasped around a mug of what I can only assume was hot chocolate. Mum didn't like us drinking coffee and she never bought tea.

"Sup." I nodded towards the curly haired brunette and she nodded back.

"Spencer, this is Ashley." I didn't take my eyes off of her, I couldn't.. I took in every singe feature. Her deep brown eyes and the crease in her forehead from the intense look that she was returning to me. I slowly felt myself smile and she smiled back. I took in the way her nose crinkled and her perfect teeth. Her lips looked so soft and kissable and her skin looked so soft and touchable.

I felt my feet taking me toward the table but stopped myself just before I reached out to touch her skin.

"And Ashley, this is Spencer, my daughter and who you will be sharing a room with."

I nodded and said, "It should be fun."

Wait.

Stop.

Rewind!

Did I think that a girl was kissable?

God no!

Ok, so this isn't the one I was promising you guys…

But I couldn't get this one out of my head…

So I hope you enjoy it…

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