Author's Notes: This was an idea that hit me during my Morality class
today. Bear with me, it may take a little while to develop and be a bit
choppy at first. If you've read any on my fics, you'll know that reviews
are the validation of my existence. So please, validate my existence! Hope
you enjoy.
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Reviewers:
How sad...none. Seeing as how I haven't written anything yet, I'm not too broken up that no one has commented. This space would be dedicated to the lovely beings that respond to my story and in turn, I respond to your response. Then, hopefully, you respond again. Then I shall respond to your response to my response of your response. Follow? Right, er, so, read and review!
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The Administrator glowered at the roster of football players. "This is madness. We cannot have it. There'll be injuries and then a lawsuit will be thrown in our faces."
The Athletic director sighed. He straightened his tie out of habit, searching for a delicate way to respond. "I understand, but with our current, er, predicament of newfound acceptance, we can't go and say this kid can't be on the team. Don't worry. Neither of the coaches are stupid. The kid will ride the bench; maybe bring the players water bottles or toss out a few towels. It won't be a problem."
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(Coach Boone's POV)
I stared at my clipboard, checking off the names of boy's who'd shown up. My hands were shaking, but no one could see that except for me. I didn't even notice the tap on my shoulder as a permission form dropped on top of the roster.
I read the name on it. Andi Sides. The name wasn't on my list. "I'm sorry Andi, you aren't on the roster." I looked up and couldn't contain the gasp that escaped my mouth.
"Yes, I am a girl, coach." The girl was good natured and laughed. "I was Okayed by the athletic director."
I spun the pencil between my fingers. "I'm sorry, but I just can't allow you to be on the team." A few of the parents were beginning to stare and their boys even offered a passing glance. "You're, what, 135 pounds?"
Andi continued to smile. "Five feet, four inches of 130 pound goodness. They told me you don't cut players. If they make it through camp, they get to be on the team. I can make it through, coach, but you have to let me go first."
My eyes rested on her. Her brown hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. She wore a black skirt suit with a maroon shirt under the jacket.
"I brought a tie if you really want me to wear one," she offered mischievously.
I found myself chuckling. "No," I said, "You're dressed quite nicely. But you aren't on my list, Andi."
"I know." Andi looked regretfully at me. "I'm a late transfer. My parents' new jobs make them travel a lot, so I came here to live with an old friend of my mom's. There's a note on my form from the administration."
I could only think of one thing to do. "Well, get on the bus, Miss Sides." She wouldn't last. The kid would go home after two days of training...probably.
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Reviewers:
How sad...none. Seeing as how I haven't written anything yet, I'm not too broken up that no one has commented. This space would be dedicated to the lovely beings that respond to my story and in turn, I respond to your response. Then, hopefully, you respond again. Then I shall respond to your response to my response of your response. Follow? Right, er, so, read and review!
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The Administrator glowered at the roster of football players. "This is madness. We cannot have it. There'll be injuries and then a lawsuit will be thrown in our faces."
The Athletic director sighed. He straightened his tie out of habit, searching for a delicate way to respond. "I understand, but with our current, er, predicament of newfound acceptance, we can't go and say this kid can't be on the team. Don't worry. Neither of the coaches are stupid. The kid will ride the bench; maybe bring the players water bottles or toss out a few towels. It won't be a problem."
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(Coach Boone's POV)
I stared at my clipboard, checking off the names of boy's who'd shown up. My hands were shaking, but no one could see that except for me. I didn't even notice the tap on my shoulder as a permission form dropped on top of the roster.
I read the name on it. Andi Sides. The name wasn't on my list. "I'm sorry Andi, you aren't on the roster." I looked up and couldn't contain the gasp that escaped my mouth.
"Yes, I am a girl, coach." The girl was good natured and laughed. "I was Okayed by the athletic director."
I spun the pencil between my fingers. "I'm sorry, but I just can't allow you to be on the team." A few of the parents were beginning to stare and their boys even offered a passing glance. "You're, what, 135 pounds?"
Andi continued to smile. "Five feet, four inches of 130 pound goodness. They told me you don't cut players. If they make it through camp, they get to be on the team. I can make it through, coach, but you have to let me go first."
My eyes rested on her. Her brown hair was pulled into a neat ponytail. She wore a black skirt suit with a maroon shirt under the jacket.
"I brought a tie if you really want me to wear one," she offered mischievously.
I found myself chuckling. "No," I said, "You're dressed quite nicely. But you aren't on my list, Andi."
"I know." Andi looked regretfully at me. "I'm a late transfer. My parents' new jobs make them travel a lot, so I came here to live with an old friend of my mom's. There's a note on my form from the administration."
I could only think of one thing to do. "Well, get on the bus, Miss Sides." She wouldn't last. The kid would go home after two days of training...probably.