Okay. This is my first fanfiction and it's really short, sort of a test, if you will, and I need suggestions. I am excited to hear opinions, so please read and review, PrivateGirl16 :)
TRACK
"Casey, Casey Van Ward," Coach Tyler shouts my name over the loud conversations going on between the other runners.
"Right here, coach," I yell back, eying the girls next to me chatting about their latest shopping spree. Yuck. Money is so wasted on the rich. Like I'm one to talk though, my father owns Silver Industries. It's the biggest software company in Southern California.
I've tried my hardest to avoid getting sucked into his lifestyle. Spend, spend, spend, but make it look like it's your job. Be professional
My mom was the only one that could keep him on the right track. She died three years ago and ever since, he's been traveling in a downward spiral headed slowly into hell. Complete with booze, drugs, and the countless women I've caught sneaking out of our house in the early morning hours. Regardless, I still feel sorry for the poor guy, he's totally lost without my mother, as am I but I'd never admit that out loud.
My mom, like most, was my rock; she knew what was going on in my life without me having to speak a word. The tumor in her brain reached malignancy when I was thirteen. She died two months later.
I didn't cry. I haven't cried. About her death, or anything else for that matter. I closed off my grief in the back of my mind, and I wouldn't dare go back there.
"Van Ward," Coach shouts again interrupting my thoughts. She must not have heard me. Most of my teammates turn and look at me, I can feel their burning eyes.
"Right here coach," I repeat, waving my hand over my head slightly.
"Oh, there you are," She pauses, "You're on Finn O'Toule's relay, Tina Warner is no longer eligible." What? I can't stand him. I can smell his arrogance from a mile away; it drips from him like the water of a leaky faucet.
"Casey, Casey you got that," Coach Tyler asks annoyed at my hesitance.
"Y-Yeah, I got it," I reply sharply. I look over at Finn, who's already warming up. When he catches me looking at him, he wiggles his finger in some sort of wave and winks. He winks at me!