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A/N : Don't know how this is going to turn out don't even know if I will finish it but it just came to me so here goes nothing. This is my first She's the Man story.

Chapter One


"I am so proud of you!"

"Are you making a video?"

"You just scored the game winning goal against Cornwall … Say something!"

"Mom? Dad?"

With a sorrow filled sigh, Viola Hastings put the tape on pause. That was one of the greatest days of her life. She was going to be the next big thing, everyone said so. Too bad some dreams aren't meant to come true. Rumors spread during her second year of college of that if her game kept up she would likely be recruited to the US Woman's Olympic team. But unfortunately … her thoughts were cut short by her phone ringing.

"Hello?" she said into the phone wanting nothing more than to attempt and relive the good old' days when she could play soccer and not have a care in the world.

"Stop what you are doing right now." came a strict reply from the phone, while Viola rolled her eyes.

"And what pray tell am I --" again she was cut short.

"It will do you no good to dwell on what could have been Vi." Her sister-in-law Olivia said in a sincere voice.

"I know that. It's just nice to remember that's all." She told her sadly staring at the image it was stopped at then deciding it would be better just to switch it off.

"You want to go have dinner later?" Olivia asked in an attempt to get her out of the house.

"No thanks. I am kind of beat from work today, how about on Wednesday?" They set up a date and Viola decided to take a hot bath and relax.

"How is she?" Sebastian Hastings asked his wife of 3 years now emerging from their bedroom.

"You know how she gets around try-out time. You know she will just do what she does every year." Olivia told him wrapping her arms around his waist while he sat at the kitchen table.

"Go to Illyria." Sebastian said calmly.

"See Coach Dinklage." Olivia added sitting on his lap now.

"Help him with tryouts." Sebastian sighed resting his head on her shoulder.

"Then she will come back go to work and be fine." She reassured her husband and best friend.

She got out of her car and made her way into Illyria Prep. As it had been yesterday she smiled at her first time entering the school. Man, what I did for the game. She thought sadly. Principle Gold greeted her as he had been doing since she started this yearly trip.

"Viola how are you?" he asked her; over the years he had calm down slightly and began the slow process of attempting to be normal.

"Good Principle Gold." He nodded and went to torment, I mean, check on some of his students. As expected Coach Dinklage was waiting for her in the locker room. She walked in and heard a boy say, "No offense lady but we are trying to get ready for tryouts don't the girls have their own locker room?" She turned her head left and saw a scrawny boy standing with his friends; obviously they were new to the school.

"Aren't you a little too old to be here anyways?" the freshman to the right asked in a sarcastic tone.

"You listen here you --" Viola about to give this boy a lesson was interrupted by Coach.

"Listen here boys. This girl right here made history in Illyria. First girl to play on the team and she was damn good at it too. You best learn to respect her if you want to play on my team." The freshman in the locker room looked startled while the older players grinned. They all had gone through it.

With one final look at the newbie's Coach barked, "Laps 20 go!" The boys quickly apologized to Viola and ran as fast as they could out of the locker room. Coach Dinklage and Viola shared grins as he left to make his way to the field.

"Hey Viola." Greeted a senior who's position on the team was Striker.

"Hi Dylan, got that bicycle kick down yet?" she asked him remembering that he had trouble with it last year.

"It could be better; Coach is helping me out a little bit on it. I'll have it down by the first game." he placed his hand on her arm in a gesture of leaving and jogged down to the field with the rest of the team.

Viola and Coach Dinklage watched the team practice each discussing their opinions on the new and old players. At the end of tryouts the boys and few girls went to shower while Dinklage and Viola sat on the stands.

"Looks like you'll have a great team this year Coach, especially with Mary in the goal. She's something else." Dinklage nodded and then turned his attention to Viola. Ever since her accident in sophomore year at college she made it a point to visit the school that gave her a shot at playing Soccer. Though Dinklage would have to be under serious torture to admit it he enjoyed these yearly visits and genuinely cared for her well being.

"How are you Hastings?" he asked her though he had a pretty good idea of what she would say.

"Good Coach good." She turned to face him and offered him a smile that he saw right through. Over the years Coach Dinklage had become like a mentor to Viola and though she would only visit him at tryouts and an occasional game they kept in touch via e-mail.

"Hastings." He said in a warning tone as she dropped the smile as quickly as she had placed it.

"You know the deal Coach. Come on you know better than anyone what it is to love this game. It just sucks that's all." She was spinning the soccer ball on her finger while she told him how she really felt.

"Come on Hastings. Let's shoot a couple." Viola gave him a true smile and followed him back to the field. It wasn't that Viola couldn't play after the accident; it was just that she wouldn't be able to play like she used it; and she refused to play without giving her all.

"You're on Coach!"

"So who is this girl anyways?" asked that scrawny freshman as they watched Coach and Viola play a little game of one on one.

"That is Viola Hastings." Mary the goalie told them watching them play.

"Okay so what is so special about Viola Hastings?" asked another boy curiously; grinning at the fact that Coach just scored a goal on this girl.

"I don't know how you boys don't know your schools soccer history." One of the half-backs said in a condescending tone; nudging his friend in the ribs as Viola did some fancy footwork and also scored.

"Enlighten us then." Bite back one of the less scrawny freshman. With a glare from last year's captain, the veterans of the team began to tell them the story of Viola Hastings.

I don't know what more to put into this chapter. I think it's a good place to stop for now.
I wanted to do a story where it took place years after high school and college.
I wanted Viola to have a friendship with Coach Dinklage for some reason.
Give me your thoughts, even if they are negative. This is a work in progress.
Yes Duke will be in the story I wouldn't have it any other way.

S'agapo,

Oua