Note: I do NOT own Galactik Football!
OK…So here's another story! I wasn't going to put it on Fan Fiction at first but thanks to my new mate, Hannah, I did! I hope you guys enjoy this. I've had it in my head for a while and originally had my own made up characters but decided to swap it around to another GF story! This is before Season 1 so they don't know each other. Like I said, I originally wrote my own made up characters so these characters personalities maybe slightly different from the TV show but they're not total opposites that I can tell you! It's not mentioned in the first chapter but all the Snow Kids are in it just takes a while for all of them to come into it but they will! Also, some chapters are very short (like the first one) but I originally wrote it like a script rather than a story so some will be longer than others, it'll vary.
Warnings: OK…This will contain language. It will contain violence. It will contain sexual stuff and troubled teen stuff like teen drinking etc but may not get into drugs.
I think I've covered everything to last for the whole story so I had better get on with it! Just before I do, thanks to x0Hannah0x for helping me with this! You're awesome! I will let you know if I've missed anything out or just think of something new halfway through the story!
Hope you guys enjoy! All in Normal POV.
'Don't wanna be an American Idiot…,' Tia danced around her room listening to the American Idiot album her Mum got her a few years ago for her birthday. Every album she had gotten since her first one she has listened to 1oo times over and still continued to play them again and again. Tia lived for one thing and one thing only: music. She played guitar, piano and the drums and she wrote her own songs. Her Mum had always complimented her voice but Tia was never brave enough any of her music outside of her room.
'Hurry up Tia or you're going to be late for your first day of school!' her Mum shouted.
'Great,' thought Tia. There was nothing she hated more than the first day at a new school. Her Mum had made her move 5 times before but everything was still the same. Tia never spoke to anyone and had no intention of doing that this time round. She swore this time would be the same as all the others but her Mum, like every other time, told her it would be different.
Tia grabbed her bag, which had badges of her favourite singers and guitar players on it and ran downstairs, trying not to slam into the door that separated the hallway from the kitchen again, (seriously she had to keep reminding herself that it's there and not run into it when she was in a rush) when she enter the kitchen she was almost blinded by the bright yellow paint on the wall, she wasn't use to the colour yet, she had only just gotten use to the maroon colour in her old kitchen .
'Morning,' she greeted her Mum, stuffing her bag by the seat next to her, as she slumped on to one of the chairs around the table; waiting for her breakfast to be served.
'Morning sweetie,' her Mum replied, placing a freshly baked pan cake in front of her. 'You really should consider not playing your music so loud or you're going have not any ear drums by the time you're twenty.' She couldn't help but let out a huge sigh at my mother's attempt to make Tia turn her music down; again.
'Mum, you've been trying to make me stop playing my music so loud for 15 years and it hasn't quite worked so far, has it?' She tried to reason, as she began digging into her breakfast.
'I know but you can't blame me for trying. I've always hoped that it would happen after constant nagging like it has everything else.' She joked, sitting opposite Tia with her own pancake. Despite herself, Tia couldn't help but let a small smile form on her face.
'You know how stubborn I am and you know I'm even more stubborn when it comes to music. I don't' really see anything changing for a while.' Tia said while biting into her pancake.
'It's worth a try! So, have you decided on whether or not you're going to do sports at school? Like, basketball, baseball, football…' Tia put down her pancake and sighed. Her Mum was always trying to get her to do football again at every new school, and every time, she failed. Tia wasn't doing that again, not now not ever.
'I'm never doing football again.' She stated, trying to get on with eating the rest of her pancake.
'Come on Tia! You used to love playing football!' Her mother tried to persuade her but Tia wasn't falling for it.
'Exactly! Used to!' Tia cried out a little louder then she meant to.
'Tia just because your Dad-'
'Mum, don't even go there!' Tia quickly interrupted when her mother brought up her father.
'Tia, don't you think it's time to forget about it? You know, go back to what you used to do. Play football, play the guitar your Dad bought you-'
'Mum, no way!' They had this discussion ever time Tia went to a new school and yet her Mum still insisted on bringing it up! 'I'm not playing football and that's that and besides, who are you to tell me to forget everything? When was the last time you even looked at a guy since that happened?' With that, Tia grabbed her bag and left, leaving her Mum to sit there and worry, not just about her, but also her daughter.
Tia looked around her new surroundings.
'This place is huge,' she thought. She had gotten all her stuff and had decided to start looking for her locker the first minute she got her map even though there was still half an hour until class started because she knew she'd have trouble finding her way around.
She was walking with her head suck in the map and, because of that, she didn't realise someone walking out of the toilets when she was right in front of the door.
'Hey!' he cried out when they both collided into each other, making Tia drop most of her stuff. She would have also fallen onto the floor if the guy hadn't caught hold of her arm just in time.
'I'm sorry! I-' He shook his head.
'Hey! Don't worry about it,' He laughed with a cheeky smile. Tia looked at him and almost started drooling on the spot. He had gorgeous hazel eyes and brown dreadlocks. They stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.
'I should probably go,' Tia managed to stutter out when she finally snapped herself out of her fantasy and started to pick up her stuff with his help.
'Yeah, sure.' And when she went to walk by, he accidently moved in the same direction and they crashed into each other. They both laughed awkwardly. Then she moved to get by him again and, again, he moved in the same direction. Then he moved to the side and let her get by. She whispered a 'Thanks' before heading off to class while he stared at her until she was out of sight.
Finally, lunch time came and all the students headed off to the cafeteria for lunch. The guy with the brown dreadlock hair was sitting with a group of his friends with his eyes on the new girl.
'Hey, Patsy. Do you know anything about that new girl yet?' he asked the black haired girl sitting across from him. Patsy was the eyes and ears of the school (every school has one) and knew everything about everyone. Unfortunately, Patsy had to move with her family and today was her last day.
'I know a few things. She grew up in Dallas, Texas. She lives with her Mum in that new house down Park Street has no brothers or sisters and her Dad moved away a few years ago. I think she plays guitar and a few other instruments but she loves music. She doesn't talk much at all and hasn't spoken a word to anyone and she's a bit of a tomboy and hates wearing pink or any other girly. I also know you two have already met when you collided outside the men's bathroom. That's all I got so far. Why would you be interested in her?' She eyed him suspiciously from across the table.
'I don't know. There's something pretty unique about her and she seems different from any other girl I've ever met. No offence.' He answered, turning his head back to the new girl. He couldn't put his finger on it but something about her just stood out to Rocket.
'None taken. Have you talked to her yet?' Pasty questioned, following Rocket's eyesight until it landed on the girl they had just been talking about. She had to agree with Rocket when he said the girl was 'unique' there was something different about her.
'No, not yet.' Rocket answered, finishing off the last of his sandwich.
'Then what are you waiting for? Go get her!' He looked at Patsy and smiled. Then he looked at the new girl sitting at a table on her own.
'OK. Wish me luck!' He smiled, as he gathered up all the courage he could muster and walked over to the new girl.