Author's note: my first story on this website. Edited by yours truly, ENJOY :P I don't own anything blahblahblah
A Day in the Life
"Jade! Get up, you have practice at 9:00!" Tracy, my adoptive mom, yells from downstairs. "Gahhhhh..." I groan and roll over. I am greeted by the sound of clanking dishes. She's makin' bacon. I would be happy about this, except for the fact that Tracy is the only person in the world who can mess up bacon. "I know, just let me sleep for five more minutes!" Then maybe I can finish my dream.
"It's 8:56." Shit.
"I'm up!" I scramble out of the covers and leap to the dresser. Shorts, check. Underwear, check. Shirt, check. Bra, check. Sports bra, check, and not in that order. Screw it, I'm not wearing socks today. I throw on my tennis shoes and sprint downstairs. "I'll be back later!" I call as I throw open the front door.
"Don't you want bacon?" Tracy calls from the kitchen, where smoke is already rising. "Nope, I'm good." I hop on my bike and speed down 9th. Oh thank goodness the field is only a few blocks away. I slide into the parking lot, jump off my bike and sprint to the diamond. Coach Kerr stands in the middle of a group of girls all ready to go.
"One minute to spare, Strong." Coach stops the timer in her hand and smiles.
"Sleep in again, Jade?" Natalie, our catcher, smiles and slaps my back. Ow.
"Yeah, I seriously need to start setting my alarm." Gah, she hits like a man.
"No, it's good exercise to be riding your bike so early every morning." Coach Kerr nods and smiles proudly.
"Not like she needs it." Sam, our lead pitcher, sends me a jealous look. I guess Sam has a right to be jealous. I'm tall, 5'11 to be exact. My legs are lean from track and cross country and my arms from baseball. My stomach is slim and muscular, I totally have a six pack, and my chest is kind of awesome. Sam gives me another glare, starting from my feet to my face. She is blonde and blue-eyed, pretty. Although she seems to think that's nothing compared to my jet black hair and ocean blue eyes.
"True, but enough with the talking. Let's practice!" Coach send Sam and Natalie to practice pitching and well, catching. The rest of the team decided to play a game. As I walk towards first, Coach stops me. "You look wore out. Why don't you sit on the bench for this practice." She points to the dug out and pushes me forward. I give her a confused look and jog towards the bench. I'm not tired, I feel awesome. Maybe I should've messed with my face a little bit before I left. I start to feel self-conscious when I reach my destination. Zoey, my best friend, is already there. She pats the bench beside her and gives me her signature grin.
"I convinced Kerr to let you sit out so we can talk." She says as I sit down.
"Um, talk about what?" I ask cautiously. Knowing Zoey it could be anything from how horrible she looks in that outfit to politics.
"Duh, Supernaturals coming out! What else would I want to talk about?" She sends me a glare and sets off on a babble marathon. "The government is letting them live out normal lives and are trying to convince them to come out. It's almost like that whole gay outing a few years ago. Well, except gays don't have really cool powers. Did you know the Huchersons down the street are werewolves? How cool is that!?" She bounces with excitement. "You know anyone could be a Supernatural. Like Sam or Trish or Natalie. Or maybe even YOU!" She points with two fingers at me and gives me a suspicious look.
"Me? Why me? I'm not a Supernatural." Zoey glares at me like the reason is obvious. "What?"
"Dude, you're beyond ordinary just by your looks. No one but a supermodel could look like you do. After tons of makeup and photoshop that is." She grabs me by the shoulders and shakes. "You're beyond talented. You do gymnastics, track, baseball, volleyball, even football!"
"That was once." "You write poems and you draw. You can sing and you can dance. Every girl's dream is to be you."
"Even you?" I smile and push her arms away. "No, I'm perfect the way I am. All the guys go for me, not you." She smiles and pushes me back. "Although that may be only because you play for the other team."
"True, very true." I shrug and kick the dirt.
"Hey speaking of your love life."
"We were speaking of my love life? How did we go from Supernaturals to my love life?"
"Shut up and listen. I saw this really hot chick at the mall the other day and I got her number for you." She smiles proudly and hands me a slip of paper.
"555-5655. Zoey, this number is so fake. How could you fall for this?" I crumble it up and throw it in the trash.
"Hey it could have been a California number! You never know!" She gets up and fishes the paper out of the trashcan.
"Okay one, what you just did was disgusting and two, why would someone from California come to Hendersonville, Tennessee?"
"It's like 20 minutes away from Nashville and it's a really nice place." She points at the multiple gardens and clear skies.
"Oh yeah forgot about that." I smile and take in the view.
"Hey dumb and dumber, practice is over!" Zoey and I look up to see an empty field and Sam jogging towards us.
"Wow, we must have been having so much fun, we didn't notice." Zoey gives Sam an award winning smile.
"Whatever, Coach wanted me to remind you guys of the game tomorrow. Don't be late and bring money for the pizza party afterwards." She jogs off and jumps into her light blue sports car.
"Sixteen and she has a better car than my parents. Sad." Zoey gets up and walks towards our bikes.
"I have a better car than your parents." I catch up to her and we start to ride home.
"Yes, you and your green mustang, how could I forget." She speeds ahead and swerves to miss a parked car.
"Admit it, you love my car." I race forward and pass her.
"Okay, I love your car." She races me to her house and we skid to a stop at her front door. "Well this is my stop. See you later alligator!" She unlocks her door and puts her bike inside.
"In a while crocodile!" I hop back on my bike and start to leave.
"We're so cheesy, love ya babe!" She laughs and closes the door. I smile and ride two houses down.
author's note: Zoey's my favorite...