THE SOCCER MOM
I was reading some books in the library then suddenly I saw a book for girl's fun I read it and then an idea popped in my mind so I hope you will like it. Read it. And also I had recently visited to Paris I mean I was traveling their with my dad because an important work occurred in my dad's life so I insisted to him to take me with him. And I sawed a lot of stuffs there cool! Paris is so cool and I am working on French because next time when I will go there again so I should know how to speak their language. So what are you waiting for…? Read it!
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Characters: Hilary, Ming Ming, Mariah, Julia, Emily.
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Topic: "the Soccer Mom'
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Disclaimer: The Beyblade do not my own. Sorry but I write my stories from my mind.
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Note: "In this chapter and others I am writing Hilary as a very intelligent girl, Mariah as fashionable girl, Julia as artistic, Ming Ming as whatever she was but thinking of super rock star, and Emily as sporty as she is! And they all are five and are best friends! Just read it its good!"
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"IT CAN'T BE this cold,' Ming Ming wailed.
"It's like we're in Alaska or something,' Mariah added, stomping her feet on the bleacher steps.
"My hands feel like a polar bear snacks!' piped in Hilary as she tucked her hands into the sleeves of her favorite hoodie sweatshirt.
"I'm thinking Mexico…. On the beach… tropical sun beating down… a cold drink,' added Julia dreamily. "Ooh! You have to try this. Think about sweating and being really, really hot. It helps. Try it.'
Unseasonably cold, that's what Kristy B., the most popular weather woman in Boston, said. Record breaking. But it wasn't supposed to last. By Wednesday, it would be back in the 60s. That's just what fall was like in New England. What was it that Julia Aunt Lourdes said when they moved east to live with her? If you don't like the weather in New England, just wait a minute.
But all in all the Beyblade Girls loved the fall.
"The air is just so crisp and clear,' Emily always said. "It makes you just want jump around and do back flips.'
Emily would say that because she was the only one of the Beyblade Girls who could actually do a back flip and land on her feet!
Julia decided that fall was her favorite season, too. The leaf colors were totally awesome- bright red to intense orange to vibrate yellow and even deep purple. You really had to be totally oblivious not to notice them. And the fall light--- it case the most amazing shadows. They called it northern light, the kind of light that all real painters love. Julia thought everyone should live in New England at least once. At least all artists, or aspiring artists like her, as Julia wasn't ready to give herself the honor of being called a real artist yet.
Julia, Hilary, Ming Ming, and Mariah were cheering at Emily's soccer game. Well, it wasn't her game exactly. Emily wasn't on the team this time: she was an official referee in the seventh-grade girls' tournament. And this game was a big one: The Twisters vs. The Tornadoes.
"Go Twisters, Go Twisters!' whooped Ming Ming as she stood, raised her arms, and rock back and fourth. It wasn't as if she had any loyalty to either team, but they were sitting in the Twisters' bleachers, so she figured she owned them her best cheerleading efforts.
"Sir down, Ming Ming,' scolded Mariah. " You are making Emily laugh, and she has to concentrate. She's getting paid real money for this.' Mariah was totally a business girl type.
President of a major corporation was definitely in her future, or at least owner of her own fashion boutique. The Mgirl (Mariah) had some serious style.
They all locked down on the field and saw Emily grinning up at Ming Ming and shaking her head back and fourth.
"Ok,' sighed Ming Ming with a fake sorry look. "I guess my cheerleading abilities are not wanted here.'
Hilary grabbed one of Ming Ming's arms and Mariah grabbed the other one. The yanked her down, shouting in unison, "Sit down, Ming Ming!'
Behind them, a group of little boys repeated, "Sit down, Ming Ming," and burst into uncontrollable laughter. Mariah, Hilary, and Julia were completely cracked up. "You are so busted,' they sputtered in between their giggles.
"The life of a performer is very trying,' complained Ming Ming in her best dramatic voice, and she went back to looking intently at the field. Her friends knew she wasn't mad, though. Ming Ming hardly ever got mad at anyone. It just wasn't her style. Sometimes her feelings got hurt, but her upbeat spirit always managed to shine through.
Emily once said that Ming Ming was like one of those wobbly dolls that whatever it gets knocked down, it bounces right back up again. So true, because with a mischievous little grin on her face, Ming Ming jumped up for one more quick whoop and roll before anyone could stop her. Then she turned and high-fived one of the little boys behind her.
"You are so hyper!" Mariah said.
"It's all this cold weather,' Ming Ming said once she settled herself back on the bench. "If I sit still, I am going to freeze to death.'
There was a shout from the field. One of the Tornadoes had just missed scoring a goal.
"Twisters and Tornadoes are the same thing, you know,' Julia offered. She had recently moved here from Michigan, where they actually had some seriously big storms. Twisters were one of the only things about the Midwest that Julia didn't miss. Watching a house fly off its foundation and spin around in the air was a pretty scary sight. Julia shuddered as she thought about some of the news pictures she had seen.
"I don't think I ever want to see a twister. I mean, it's kind of fun in the movies, but in real life… no, thank you,' said Ming Ming, handing their adopted little mutt, Marty, to Julia.
The Beyblade Girls were taking turns passing Marty back and fourth among them like a football. Not only did he seem to enjoy the attention, but cuddling with Marty was helping them all stay warmer. Everyone was glad that Emily had insisted they bring Marty to the game. If the truth be told, no one was too thrilled to be watching seventh graders plat soccer.
"I mean, if somebody's sister was playing, this might be sort of interesting," said Hilary.
Simultaneously, the girls looked at each other and as if they had some kind of immediate psychic connection, all said at the same time "Nah!" Of course, that set off another round of giggles. No, they were there because their buddy Emily was reffing. "You got to be loyal to your friends," said Mariah, when Ming Ming first complained that it would be too cold. "We would go to see you dance, Ming Ming, so we have to support Emily, too"
"Well, at least it got out of cleaning my room," Ming Ming grinned. "My mother always said that always be loyal to your friends its more important than cleaning the Ming Ming Toxic Waste Dump." She did a perfect imitation of her mother's New York accent.
"Look at how completely cutified he is," Julia said, hugging Marty for warmth.
"He is just a major charm-ball, and so adorable," Ming Ming agreed.
"I loved those words----- "cutified and charm-ball." I think we should make them official Beyblade Girls words. I think I'm going to start a BG dictionary," mused Hilary, who loved everything to do with being a writer.
Ming Ming, Mariah, and Julia all looked at Hilary with amusement.
"I think you should call it "Word Nerd," offered Ming Ming.
"That's works for me," laughed Hilary.
"I think Marty just smiled at you," Mariah said.
"No way," Julia laughed.
"He did, I swear," Mariah said. "See? He just did it again."
The corners of Marty's mouth were turned up in what looked like a grin.
They all laughed; glad the little guy was there. Emily had said Marty needed to get out more. She didn't want him to becoming a couch potato. And Marty seemed to think it was fin weather, great weather in fact, but then again, he had a fur coat. Lucky little dude!
It was funny the way the always though they knew what Marty was thinking. Emily, who had been reading up on the subject, said all pet owners give their pets to human qualities. But she said that Marty was different from any normal pet. As people in the stands jumped up to see what was going on, Marty jumped up too. Marty was the kind of dog that thought he was a person. You could just tell the way he looked when someone tried to tell him what to do. It was as if he was saying, "Dude, I'm in charge here." He was definitely a small dog, big personality kind of mutt. Great Danes, stay away!
"I think Mr. Marte is big soccer fan. Look how closely he's watching all the plays'" Hilary said, laughing. Having lived in Paris for a year, Hilary liked to Frenchify Marty's name. She thought it gave him "panache." That was another of Hilary's favorite words. She said panache was so much cooler to say than style!
Marty heard his name and took a running leap into Hilary's lap.
Julia saw the surprised look on Hilary's face and started giggle. "I guess he's decided it's your turn to hold him," she said.
Marty started snuffling around in Hilary's pockets, looking for treats.
"All gone," Hilary said to Marty, but that didn't stop him. Instead, his little legs started digging at Hilary's pants at warp speed. This set off another round of hysterical giggles. He looked so funny scratching around for nonexistent treats.
Finally, Hilary emptied her pockets to demonstrate to Marty that she had nothing there. The only thing that she pulled some golden coins she had been trying carrying around to practice a magic trick. Hilary had been studying "great illusionists" for the next English report that was coming up in Mr. R's class. She'd already read one book on the greatest magicians of all time and another that was a biography of Harry Houdini. At the moment, she was reading a how-to book on sleight of hand.
Once Hilary's interested in any thing she read everything she could find on it. Right now, her big thing was magic. It was just so challenging to learn how to make things disappear……
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