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Prologue:
I walked out onto St. Vladimir's soccer fields with my best friend Lissa Dragomir. Tryouts were today and even though we have both made varsity all three years of high school we weren't going to allow our senior year to be any different. My name is Rose Hathaway, by the way.
"So do you believe the rumors about the new hot coach from Russia?" Lissa asked me snapping me out of my day dreams.
"I guess. I mean we needed a new varsity coach." I said not really thinking about it.
"Apparently he's also the goalie trainer since he played professional keeper for Russia's team," Lissa said to me excitedly. The only reason she was pointing it out was because I was a goalie. I don't know what was wrong with me today but I was totally out of it. I really hope that it doesn't affect my try outs.
"Seriously?" I asked acting excited. I was nervous I my voice wavered letting her know it.
"Rose, you are going to kick everyone elses' ass. You've had a total of six goals scored on you our entire three years of high school," Lissa said trying to cheer me up.
"Haha, thanks, Liss. I don't know why but I have a bad feeling about this or something. I feel out of it." I admitted as we started getting closer to the group of girls trying out for teams. I immediately spotted Mia Rinaldi. She was a year younger than us and even though I hated her, she was one of the best forwards this school has ever seen so she was always on the varsity team with us.
"You'll do fine. And you better shape up cause try outs are gonna start any minute."
"Yeah I know," I told her setting my soccer bag down towards the outside of the circle. Lissa set her bag right next to me as one of the coaches blew his whistle signaling we needed to shut up and listen to him.
"All right, I know that it's hot out but I expect full effort at these tryouts," I heard an unrecognizable voice say. It sounded like he had a Russian accent too. I am guessing this was the new Varsity coach. "We're gonna start out by running. Everyone line up and when I blow my whistle run around the complex till I tell you girls to stop."
Damn. This was going to be a great try out… Not.
Okay sooo, not that bad for a prologue right?(: Okay, maybe, I don't know I whipped this up in like.. 5 minutes? But I really like it...
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