There is a giant football field and a bunch of teens all over the place, but there is one kid dashing around the track field. The person in question wore black yoga pants and a grey sweatshirt, she had dirty blonde hair that was cut short just above her shoulders and violet eyes. Her name Jo, not her real name but she'll be damned if you call her anything else. She was said to have a arrogant stone cold personality and a sharp tongue. She continued to run circles around all the other students on the field until she completed ten, while almost everyone was on at least their third.
Jo gloated at the other students in her gym class as she walked over to her duffle bag.
"Hey Jo! Wait Up!", she turned around to see a boy about her age, black hair in a crew cut, dark eyes, and a nice build with broad shoulders. He wore a sleeveless muscle shirt and basketball shorts with sparkly clean dog tags around his neck.
He skidded to a halt in front of her, putting his hands on his knees panting deeply.
Jo rolled her eyes,"What do you want brick house?", she sneered grabbing her water bottle. Brick stood up catching his breathe," Woah...your... very f- fast".
"Yea yea tell me something I don't know", Jo snapped impatiently drinking out of her water bottle.
"Well I wanted to ask you -"
"McArthur! Olivers!", coach Chef bellowed across the field to the two,"You're Both Done For The Day! Hit The Showers!", he screamed before continuing to yell at the rest of the class.
"You heard the man jarhead, hit the showers!", Jo ordered grabbing her bag and running to the dressing room. She didn't even stop when Brick called her name,"I Have To Talk To You Ma'am!", yelled, but she had already slammed the door behind her.
Brick sighed grabbing his things and headed in the opposite direction.
How was that for a beginning? Sorry it was so short,but I promise the next chapter will be longer. I would love some feedback on the story. Send me some ideas if you want and I'll tried to work it into the story! Bye Bye!
