Hello my children and welcome the revised version of chapter 1! Hoot! Well, anymways, my original chapter 1 really sucked, so I decided to write it over again. I've mad e a few changes. Cecilia no longer skateboards. I felt that I making the character a bit too talented. I'm probably going to go back and put the second chapter in first person eventually but not right now. SO, just ignore all of the akte boarding references in chapter 2.

Oh and also, to avoid confusion, I'm going to keep the original chapter on my story, just for refererence, but I would really like it if this is you first time reading this story if you don't read the old chapter one. The revised chapters will be marked like this

REVISED chappie 1

The non revised chapters will just have a normal title. If this is your first time reading this story, when you are done rading this chapter, go on to chapter three A.K.A my original chapter 2. I think I named that chapter Pink Miniskirts.

Have you ever heard that everything happens for a reason? Yeah, I thought it was crap the first time that I heard it too. I never really was the type of person that beilieved in fate or anything like that. I didn't like to face the fact that I wasn't actually in control of life. I remember the day in second grade when my dog Sandra died. My grandmother, meaning well, told me that Sandra had died for a reason and that she was better off now. Even in my immature little 8 year old mind, I knew that Sandra had died and that the only way that she would be better off is if she was still here with me.

I am the first to admit that I've made a lot of mistakes in my life. Haven't we all? But it really wasn't until a lot latter in life that I relized that I made all of those stupid mistakes so that something good could happen to me. How could I know that the wrost thing that had ever happened to me could turn into the most wonderful part of my life? My name is Cecilia Davis and this is the story of my sophomore year in high school: The year I quit tennis, joined marching band and feel in love.

Five years earlier

" Cecilia Are you okay?" My best friend Hailey and the rest of the Sunny Slopes High tennis team was standing around me in a circle. I was lying on the court,holding my shoulder in agony.

"Cici! Couch Tersy told you not to wear those shoes! She told you that you would trip!"

"I know," I moaned, still clutching my injured shoulder, "Hailey, just call the hospital, I think I pulled something."

"Okay, I will, Cici," She said, running of towards a phone.

It had been my very first tennis match as a member of the Sunny Slopes High Varsity tennis team. I was a sophomore at the time and the youngest person to make varsity in about 20 years. It had been going great, until I tripped and and feel on my shoulder, hard. Oh, God, I hoped that I hadn't broken anything.. Then I might not be able to play in the match nest week against our arch rivals, the North View Nights.

"Cecilia, you had so better not have done anything to your shoulder! We can't afford to play Northveiw without you!" Yelled Kelsey, the team captain.

"Kelsey! I want to play more that you want me to play!" I yelled as loud as I could ( which wasn't very loud )

"I'm sorry, Davis, I'll shut up." She said, bending down to pat my non injured shoulder gently. "The ambulance is here, Cecilia, you take care of your self okay?"

I tried to nod, but couldn't. Soon, a bunch of guys and a strectcher came to pick me up. They lifted me on the stretcher and brought me to the back of the ambulance. The slid me in and closed the door.

I am pretty clostrophobic, so I didn't praticulary enjoy being in the back of an ambulance with a bunch of doctors. Their words all swirled around me as the proded me and stuck needles in my arms.

"Yes, we got Mrs.Davis' consent to do surgery!" said a voice that stood out praticularry clearly.

"No!" I muddered, "I don't.....want.....srugery!" I tried to get up.

"Don't let that girl get up, Dr. Howard. Get the sedatives!

"Hear you are nurse, Croinell!"

I felt a prick on my left shoulder. The chaostic scene of the ambulance swirled around me until it all finally went black

I opened my eyes and saw the most hideous wall paper I had ever seen I wondered where I was. Iheared a very annoying beeping noise. It sounded like a metronome. Ihated metronomes! It's like I want to play this song as fast or as slow as I like, not how fast a little machine that's purpose in life is to keep time likes! Then it hit her like a bullet, Iwas in the hospital. It all came back to me: The shoulder injury, the surgery, the ambulance, every horrible detail.

Irolled over and a horrible pain shot through my right shoulder.

Oh Shit! I must have screwed up my shoulder!

I moaned. Suddenly, four nurses and my mother came running into the room.

"Cici, dear are you okay? Talk to mommy! Oh my God I've been so worried about you!"

"Mom, I'm okay!" I croaked, weakly.

My mom bent down to hug me .

"Oh sweetie! I was so worried! You almost died! Oh honey! I'm so glad your okay!"

"Mom, when will I be able to leave the hospital?" I said.

"Oh, honey, I don't know. Why does it matter to you?"

"Mom!" Itried to yell, "I have my big tennis match on Friday!"

my mom was quiet for a long moment.

"Cici, Friday was yesterday."

Now it my turn to be quiet.

"You mean I missed my first big Varsity tennis match? Are you serious? I have to get out of here so that I can get back to practice!" I Said, trying to get up. Iwinced and lay back down.

"Um, Cecilia dear, I have some, erm, bad new for you. Dr. Sholtzifer says that you can't play tennis for the rest of this season. I'm so sorry darling!"

"Mom!" I yelled, "you can't do this too me! I'll be fine in like a week! I have to play this year! They never let sophomores on Varsity! I was the youngest player that they had on the team for 26 years! They can't do this to me!" I felt the hot tears coming to my eyes.

"Honey, I'm so sorry! This must be awful for you. But it's going to be okay! Guess who called me yesterday?"

"Who?" I sniffed.

"Mr. Glock."

"....The Band director?" Isaid, puzzled

"Yes! He says that now that you don't have any fall sports that you're going to be in Marching Band!"

"WHAT?????????"

"Marching band. You know a band that well, marches!"

"No! I know what Marching Band is! I just really don't want to do it! You have to get me out of it mom! You just have to!"

"Come on Cici! It might be fun!"

"I'm NOT going to do marching band!"