Btc900: It's a mix up between Mario Tennis for game boy and Animal Crossing
for game cube. Plus summa my own stuff. ( Enjoy, or at least TRY! Oh
yah, I don't own Mario Tennis, or Animal Crossing, just to let you know.
Just READ!
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The dust in the air was looming around outside my window and I saw the sun just very slightly arched over the barren desert. This is where I live. I live in hot, deserted plains on the very southest south of Arizona. The tumbleweeds were bouncing slightly in the very faint, hot breeze. It already felt like 105 degrees and it was only 7am.
I got up and dressed in my small, loose-fitting clothes, if you would CALL them clothes. They were faded and dusty from searching. Searching for fossils, that is. My father was a paleontologist, and he found many fossils once before here. That's how we could even be living in this barren wasteland. After all, it was hard to get air conditioning to all 3 floors in my house. There weren't any shopping malls around, so that's why I didn't have nice clothes. But we were very wealthy.
So I put my jeans on and my faded pink shirt when mama called me down to breakfast. I ran down the stairs to the middle floor and saw the muffins baking and the bacon sizzling on the stove. I bid her goodmorning, but I grabbed a piece of toast instead of eating what she had cooked, because I knew my 3 sisters and 2 brothers wouldn't have had enough if I had taken some.
I ran back upstairs and grabbed my suitcases. I was going off to the Tennis Academy today. I was to return every other month. This meant that my parents would have one less mouth to feed, one load less of laundry to wash, and most importantly, one less kid to have fighting in the long car rides to the grocery store. There was always a long drive everywhere we went. We lived on the outskirts of Arizona!
I dragged my suitcases and my big tennis raquet case downstairs and loaded them in our blue suburban. My mother was driving me, instead of my father, because he was in his work room researching. Research time for my father always meant that we couldn't bother him.
"Is that all, Sam?" my mother asked. My real name was Sarah-May, but everyone just called me Sam. I nodded. I had been packing for at least a week, so I was sure that I had *everything* that was needed. I raced out to the suburban and hopped in the front seat.
Even though I was only 13, I still qualified for the Acadamy. I was privately taught every day of the year since my mother was a tennis coach. Every day when she got home from work, she coached me. Sometimes she even took days off to teach me if I needed more work, and she was one of the state's best coaches. I had been taking tennis from her ever since I could walk, talk, and hold a tennis raquet.
Once we were off, I asked her how long it would be till we got there. She said it was going to be a few hours or so, so I relaxed and put on my head phones. For miles and miles, the road was just a trail of rusty red sand that was baked every day by the scorching sun. The power of the sun here was so powerful, it melted plastic if you set it out all day. Our car was light-colored, so we didn't have to worry much about it.
After a long while, we finally reached the Acadamy. It was beautiful! There were lush green trees and grass, even sprinklers! The sand was rich, dark, and moist, and even the smell of it all was surreal! All of the color hurt my eyes, since I'd never seen such green grass, nor bright, vivid flowers!
I got out and told my mother to wait for a while so I could check in. I started my way up the path, noticing the tennis courts to my left and right, when a man came up to me. He was the headmaster, I could tell. He was wearing light, flexible, obviously expensive shorts and a white Polo shirt.
"Welcome, Sarah-May! I see your mother over there. Hi, Mrs. Miller!" he yelled to my mother. I ignored this. Once he turned his attention to me, his smile brightened.
"And I'm guessing you are about 10 years old?" he asked. I frowned. I hated when adults did that. They mistake me for a fourth grader.
"No, sir. I'm 13," I said bashfully. I never was good at talking to adults. I was more of a kid person. I was so short, I always blended in with them, anyway. He seemed unphased and he turned slightly, apparently wanting to be elsewhere.
"Ah, well, even grown-ups make mistakes," he said, then cleared his throat to continue, "Well, I'll have a coach show you around campus. Just to let you know, you'll be in the Junior Tennis Group first. You can work your way up from there, but we'll see... anyway, I'll take you to the dorms, your mother can drive around back and drop your luggage off around the other side of the building here," he said.
He led me into the building, and he said, "This is the Acadamy's main building. The office is around the corner, but we're going to the dorms." He sped off and I had to run to keep up with him. We made it out of the building and I saw my luggage there. My mom had parked in the lot next to the heap of luggage, and had already gotten out. She ran over to me, hugged me, said, "Take care, mommy loves you," ran back over to the car and sped off. She was late for work.
When I turned around, the headmaster was gone! Instead, a raven-haired college student was there, and said, "Sorry, the headmaster had to leave. I'll show you to the dorms. You don't have a partner yet, sorry. I'm going to the office to check on that. Today's a busy day! Here's your keys and your room is room 103."
With that, she was off to the Main Building. I walked down the path, dragging the luggage, and read the signs; rooms 100-150, rooms 151-200, rooms 201-250 and so on. I took the first one. I walked down that path and read the doors: Room 100, Room101, Room 102, AHA! Room 103. I unlocked the door to see the room white washed and very blank. There were 2 beds with 2 bare matresses. Lucky for me, I brought my favorite sheets and matress cover. I didn't bring pillows or comforters, however. This wasn't good.
I unpacked my stuff and put it all away, when I heard a knock at the door. I ran to the door and opened it to see a guy about my age. He had light brown hair and blue eyes just staring at me. I started to laugh, and said, "Hi. Um, I don't think you're in the right room..."
He smiled casually and said, "That's not what the coach told me. I think we're room mates." My jaw dropped open. Was he serious? Not only was he a guy, he was a guy MY age! Who do these people take me for?! I sat down on my bed, rubbing my temples, contemplating on what to do then.
"Stay here. Let me go back to the Main Building to, um, fix this," I said taking off. He stared after me, but I didn't care in the least. But really? A guy for my room mate? Is that even legal? Once I entered the main building, I rushed over to the raven-haired girl and asked, "Excuse me, but is my room mate really a guy?" She just looked at me and shrugged. Frustrating, very frustrating, I thought.
I went over to the headmaster and asked him the same question. He just nodded and said, "Yep. Your roommate is a boy. You don't care, right?" he asked. I just stared at him disbelievingly.
I dragged myself back to the dorm room and saw the guy outside on a bench drinking a soda with a bag of peanut M&Ms in his other hand. I blinked repeatedly and stood in front of him. He finally looked up at me and asked, "What?" I closed my eyes thinking, I have to sleep in a dorm room for an entire year with this guy. When suddenly, it gets worst...
"Hey, did you know I'm your partner in doubles? You know, on your team?" he asked, slurping his soda. My jaw dropped yet again. I have to cooperate with this guy during doubles matches. I figured if you can't beat him, join him, so I sat down next him and took a couple of his M&Ms asking, "So what's your name?"
"Ash Hillard," he said, defensively covering the bag of M&Ms. I popped some in my mouth and said, "Ash, huh? Cute name. Reminds me of that cartoon." He rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, everyone says that."
After a while, I found out this guy wasn't so bad after all. He was nice to me, and I respected him for that. But still, that's not good to have a GUY for your room mate. I'm not a stupid baby, and those people seem to think so. They think I'm a naiive, innocent little goldie locks. Well boy have I got something in stock for them.
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Btc900: Sooo... what'd u guys think? Too long, too short, not enough description, what? Review please! I like writing this story!!! Woooo hoooo! Sorry, I'm on a sugar high.
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The dust in the air was looming around outside my window and I saw the sun just very slightly arched over the barren desert. This is where I live. I live in hot, deserted plains on the very southest south of Arizona. The tumbleweeds were bouncing slightly in the very faint, hot breeze. It already felt like 105 degrees and it was only 7am.
I got up and dressed in my small, loose-fitting clothes, if you would CALL them clothes. They were faded and dusty from searching. Searching for fossils, that is. My father was a paleontologist, and he found many fossils once before here. That's how we could even be living in this barren wasteland. After all, it was hard to get air conditioning to all 3 floors in my house. There weren't any shopping malls around, so that's why I didn't have nice clothes. But we were very wealthy.
So I put my jeans on and my faded pink shirt when mama called me down to breakfast. I ran down the stairs to the middle floor and saw the muffins baking and the bacon sizzling on the stove. I bid her goodmorning, but I grabbed a piece of toast instead of eating what she had cooked, because I knew my 3 sisters and 2 brothers wouldn't have had enough if I had taken some.
I ran back upstairs and grabbed my suitcases. I was going off to the Tennis Academy today. I was to return every other month. This meant that my parents would have one less mouth to feed, one load less of laundry to wash, and most importantly, one less kid to have fighting in the long car rides to the grocery store. There was always a long drive everywhere we went. We lived on the outskirts of Arizona!
I dragged my suitcases and my big tennis raquet case downstairs and loaded them in our blue suburban. My mother was driving me, instead of my father, because he was in his work room researching. Research time for my father always meant that we couldn't bother him.
"Is that all, Sam?" my mother asked. My real name was Sarah-May, but everyone just called me Sam. I nodded. I had been packing for at least a week, so I was sure that I had *everything* that was needed. I raced out to the suburban and hopped in the front seat.
Even though I was only 13, I still qualified for the Acadamy. I was privately taught every day of the year since my mother was a tennis coach. Every day when she got home from work, she coached me. Sometimes she even took days off to teach me if I needed more work, and she was one of the state's best coaches. I had been taking tennis from her ever since I could walk, talk, and hold a tennis raquet.
Once we were off, I asked her how long it would be till we got there. She said it was going to be a few hours or so, so I relaxed and put on my head phones. For miles and miles, the road was just a trail of rusty red sand that was baked every day by the scorching sun. The power of the sun here was so powerful, it melted plastic if you set it out all day. Our car was light-colored, so we didn't have to worry much about it.
After a long while, we finally reached the Acadamy. It was beautiful! There were lush green trees and grass, even sprinklers! The sand was rich, dark, and moist, and even the smell of it all was surreal! All of the color hurt my eyes, since I'd never seen such green grass, nor bright, vivid flowers!
I got out and told my mother to wait for a while so I could check in. I started my way up the path, noticing the tennis courts to my left and right, when a man came up to me. He was the headmaster, I could tell. He was wearing light, flexible, obviously expensive shorts and a white Polo shirt.
"Welcome, Sarah-May! I see your mother over there. Hi, Mrs. Miller!" he yelled to my mother. I ignored this. Once he turned his attention to me, his smile brightened.
"And I'm guessing you are about 10 years old?" he asked. I frowned. I hated when adults did that. They mistake me for a fourth grader.
"No, sir. I'm 13," I said bashfully. I never was good at talking to adults. I was more of a kid person. I was so short, I always blended in with them, anyway. He seemed unphased and he turned slightly, apparently wanting to be elsewhere.
"Ah, well, even grown-ups make mistakes," he said, then cleared his throat to continue, "Well, I'll have a coach show you around campus. Just to let you know, you'll be in the Junior Tennis Group first. You can work your way up from there, but we'll see... anyway, I'll take you to the dorms, your mother can drive around back and drop your luggage off around the other side of the building here," he said.
He led me into the building, and he said, "This is the Acadamy's main building. The office is around the corner, but we're going to the dorms." He sped off and I had to run to keep up with him. We made it out of the building and I saw my luggage there. My mom had parked in the lot next to the heap of luggage, and had already gotten out. She ran over to me, hugged me, said, "Take care, mommy loves you," ran back over to the car and sped off. She was late for work.
When I turned around, the headmaster was gone! Instead, a raven-haired college student was there, and said, "Sorry, the headmaster had to leave. I'll show you to the dorms. You don't have a partner yet, sorry. I'm going to the office to check on that. Today's a busy day! Here's your keys and your room is room 103."
With that, she was off to the Main Building. I walked down the path, dragging the luggage, and read the signs; rooms 100-150, rooms 151-200, rooms 201-250 and so on. I took the first one. I walked down that path and read the doors: Room 100, Room101, Room 102, AHA! Room 103. I unlocked the door to see the room white washed and very blank. There were 2 beds with 2 bare matresses. Lucky for me, I brought my favorite sheets and matress cover. I didn't bring pillows or comforters, however. This wasn't good.
I unpacked my stuff and put it all away, when I heard a knock at the door. I ran to the door and opened it to see a guy about my age. He had light brown hair and blue eyes just staring at me. I started to laugh, and said, "Hi. Um, I don't think you're in the right room..."
He smiled casually and said, "That's not what the coach told me. I think we're room mates." My jaw dropped open. Was he serious? Not only was he a guy, he was a guy MY age! Who do these people take me for?! I sat down on my bed, rubbing my temples, contemplating on what to do then.
"Stay here. Let me go back to the Main Building to, um, fix this," I said taking off. He stared after me, but I didn't care in the least. But really? A guy for my room mate? Is that even legal? Once I entered the main building, I rushed over to the raven-haired girl and asked, "Excuse me, but is my room mate really a guy?" She just looked at me and shrugged. Frustrating, very frustrating, I thought.
I went over to the headmaster and asked him the same question. He just nodded and said, "Yep. Your roommate is a boy. You don't care, right?" he asked. I just stared at him disbelievingly.
I dragged myself back to the dorm room and saw the guy outside on a bench drinking a soda with a bag of peanut M&Ms in his other hand. I blinked repeatedly and stood in front of him. He finally looked up at me and asked, "What?" I closed my eyes thinking, I have to sleep in a dorm room for an entire year with this guy. When suddenly, it gets worst...
"Hey, did you know I'm your partner in doubles? You know, on your team?" he asked, slurping his soda. My jaw dropped yet again. I have to cooperate with this guy during doubles matches. I figured if you can't beat him, join him, so I sat down next him and took a couple of his M&Ms asking, "So what's your name?"
"Ash Hillard," he said, defensively covering the bag of M&Ms. I popped some in my mouth and said, "Ash, huh? Cute name. Reminds me of that cartoon." He rolled his eyes and said, "Yeah, everyone says that."
After a while, I found out this guy wasn't so bad after all. He was nice to me, and I respected him for that. But still, that's not good to have a GUY for your room mate. I'm not a stupid baby, and those people seem to think so. They think I'm a naiive, innocent little goldie locks. Well boy have I got something in stock for them.
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Btc900: Sooo... what'd u guys think? Too long, too short, not enough description, what? Review please! I like writing this story!!! Woooo hoooo! Sorry, I'm on a sugar high.