Hello, I'm Noodle12 and this is my first TF2 fanfic. I have some characters that I wanted to try out and see what all of you think so...yeah, I hope you enjoy and stay tuned, I s'pose. ;)

"Fuckin' stupid Goddamn cocksuckin' filthy mutant bitch! How the hell did she get in? Why didn't they pick me? Y'know, I got all the qualifications, and what does she got? Huh? She's got huge breasts, sure, and the freakin' smallest waist in history...not to mention her beautiful long and flowing blonde hair and bright freakin' blue eyes with the snazzy black sailor dress with that stupid fancy collar and those spiffy freakin' sunglasses and the boots. The freakin' pearly white boots that made the coach cringe! How the hell did she end up so perfect while I sit here with my curveless body and ratty dark brown hair and dark brown eyes and my pale-ass Irish skin with my flat chest and fat ass! She can't even move with a bust like that! When she ran, her breasts would bounce all over the freakin' place! I had to cover my eyes! I'm tellin' ya, Ma, it's her popularity and her body that got her the freakin' spot! It ain't fair! Fuckin' bitch!" Rhonda screamed as she walked through the front door of her house, slamming it and walking to the kitchen where her mother, Lisa, was wearing her favourite apron titled "#1 GAL" while stirring a pot of stew. Lisa rolled her eyes and scoffed, listening to her daughter's heavily accented voice go on and on about her track and field try outs.

"Baby, there'll be another chance next year-"

"NO THERE WON'T, MA! It's freakin' SPRING! Not even that! It's freakin' May! I've got 'til June, that's next month! And once that time comes, I'm freakin' outta here! I'm a freakin' senior, and my high school life hasn't gone too well, especially since Shawn left. S'not like I loved him or anything, but hell Ma, he was my best friend since preschool, and I helped him with all o' his middle school crushes and homework and everythin'. We would race together all the time and always partner up in gym class and shit like that. But since he ran away in 8th grade, life's been pretty rough. I don't even know where he is...Hell, I don't even now if he's alive... 'Sides, y'know that the championship costs money! People from all over are gonna be payin' loads o' cash to see the best runners and gymnists out there, and I'm not gonna be in it! I'm so good, who knows how much money I coulda earned? Now how am I s'possed to get my college dorms and shit? This was my chance, Ma! And fuckin' Wanda Perry took it from me! How am I s'posed to deal with this news at school, now? People are gonna be talkin' 'bout how the unpopular twerp Rhonda Gillis didn't even make the Track and Field session. S'just not fuckin' fair!" Rhonda slammed her fist on the surface of the dinner table and immediately clutched at it for a moment before hiding it behind her back so her mother wouldn't see the redness of it already.

Lisa turned around and put a hand to her daughter's dirt-covered cheek. She could see small tears ready to fall from her lovely brown eyes and sighed. She put a hand in her apron's pocket and slowly began to pull something out.

"M-Ma...? Is that...Is that...!-" Rhonda was interrupted by her mothers oppostie hand covering her mouth.

"Shh shh shh! I got these for you as a special present. I know you've had a tough year and I know you miss your friend. Shawn Mars was a lovely young boy and I understand how close you were, but you can't go on being depressed all the time as you finish your final year of highschool. Don't worry, baby, you'll find another way to make some money, but 'til then...you just relax and try to enjoy what you've already got." Lisa removed two white thin slips of paper with names and dates printed on the side of them. Rhonda's eyes widened and she finally let her tears slip from her eyes as her scowl turned into the biggest most beautiful smile that she had shown in 4 years. She squealed and grabbed the slips of paper and quickly hugged them to her chest before pouncing excitedly on her mother.

"I LOVE YA, MA! Oh my God! Oh my- FREAKIN' RED SOX TICKETS! OH MY GOD! THANK YOU SO MUCH!" Lisa began to laugh as she wiped the tears from her daughter's face.

"Ok, ok, now calm down. Unfortunately, as much as I love it here in Boston and as much as I love the Sox, I can't stand all the noise, so, you might wanna try to find someone else to go with, alright?" she said. Rhonda nodded her head quickly and pecked her mother on the cheek and ran upstairs to her room.

"Remember, baby, that game isn't 'til next month, so, calm down and be patient, alright?" Lisa called up the stairs.

"I GOT IT, MA!" Rhonda yelled and slammed her door shut. Squeals and the sounds of moving bed springs could be heard from the kitchen. Lisa smirked and shook her head.

"I swear, it's almost as easy to make that girl happy as it is to make her upset..." Lisa went back to her cooking after turning on the radio.

"That girl's gotta remember that we ain't in the 70's or the 80's or the 90's...we're in the 60's, and some people aren't too happy about her being so serious about doing such boyish things...She'd better stay outta trouble or else we'll both get the penalty..." Lisa mumbled to herself as she stirred.

Oh, what a wonderful day this was turning out to be.