Let's just get this straight right now. I didn't want to come here. I especially didn't want to pack up all my stuff, and head out to the opposite side of the country, in the middle of football season. Even if it was one of the best schools, and that scouts would actually be looking at me when I play. Like they would actually look at me, I mean come on! Do you know of any football scout that would look at a girl? I thought so.

I looked down, at my Sansa Mp3 player, and turned the volume up so that I would hear P!nk's, voice singing "Heartbreaker" then to listen to my mom and brother. I looked up at the ceiling of the mini-van that my mom borrowed from some family that I had never met before, but were somehow related.

"Trista!"

I turned my head, and pulled one of the headphones out.

"What?"

I looked at my twin brother, who basically had the same name as I did and the one of the main reasons why my small family was moving. He was turned around from the shotgun seat of the van and smiled at me.

"What is it this time Tristam?"

"Nothing, just imaging what your face would look like when you get your ass handed to you from the first day of practice.

"Oh shove it you!" I yelled throwing a piece of my subway wrapper from my lunch at him.

"HEY!" yelled my mom as my twin retaliated. "You both be on your best behavior at school tomorrow, and Trista when I take your brother to the doctors, can you please not eat the rest of the food that we brought?" She looked in the rearview mirror to look at me, and I looked back her and smiled.

"Don't worry. I wont." I put the pink ear bud back into my ear and closed my eyes.

You see, my brother had developed leukemia and we didn't know till our father died of it when we were only thirteen.

We moved place to place in search of a better doctor that could help my brother, but nothing was helping. And that is the reason why we were moving to Annapolis, Maryland. My brother was able to get into an experimental treatment, and we hoped that this would but the cancer into recession, or if we let ourselves hope, to completely cure it.

My life was actually normal, well, as close as normal as you could get with a sick brother, a dead father, a mother that is a work-a-holic, and a girl whose was one of the starter safeties on her old high school football team.

Until I came to a place called Avalon High, where I found that I was actually fighting more then my rights to play, but for the whole world itself!