Hey Everyone, Here's Chapter Two. Thanks to everyone who reviewed my first fanfiction. Hopefully I can keep you entertained with the rest of the story.
Well without further ado, I present...
Chapter Two
Sarah ran home from the bus stop ahead of all her brothers and sisters, ignoring them as they called her to slow down.
She ran through the front door. All she could think about was getting up to her room so she could forget about the antics that happened this morning. Unfortunately, her mother was coming out of the living room, holding a vase of dead flowers. Her father was still at the local football stadium where he worked as a coach to one of the teams.
"Hi honey, how as lacrosse practice" her mother greeted her.
Sarah stopped halfway upstairs and turned her head to look at her mother.
"Fine" she said, and quickly continued upstairs to avoid any more questions. She reached her bedroom and dumped her books on the floor. She hid her lacrosse stick (which she reclaimed from the bin after realising how expensive it probably was) on the top shelf of her wardrobe and covered it with her jumpers. She looked outside her window. Her siblings were just walking down the long driveway. Sarah turned to look over at her open school bag. She walked over to it and took out her maths book. She sat at her desk, sharpened her pencil and started Chapter ten, Algebra.
She had barely started when she heard her father call from downstairs, "I'm home!"
Sarah ignored him and went on with her homework.
"Hi Sarah!" a voice came from behind her. She turned around to face her father.
"Hi Dad," she said, turning back to her homework book.
Tom put his hands into his pockets and walked over to her desk. He watched her for a while before breaking the silence.
"So, how did lacrosse go" Tom asked
"Fine" Sarah said, not glancing up.
"What did you learn today?"
"Umm…."Sarah started, "Look dad, I'm not in the mood now, I've got a tonne of homework to get done and haven't even made a dent in it."
"Alright then, dinner should be ready soon, I'll see you then," Tom replied before walking to the door, turning around to see his daughter. It was rare to see her so intrigued with her studies. 'Must be growing up,' he thought to himself. Tom smiled to himself before closing the door.
Sarah sighed to herself as she heard the click of the door. Jake looked up from the book he was reading.
"Since when are you so interested in homework," he asked.
"Have you got any problem with that," Sarah asked, "Just because I want to do well in life."
"OK, ok," Jake said, rolling his eyes, "You sound like mum."
"BEEP, BEEP."
Sarah rolled over to see her alarm clock. Six O'clock. She hit the snooze button and covered her head with her pillow.
"Sarah, time to get up, don't want to be late for Lacrosse now," Tom said, who had wandered into her room.
"I'm not going, I've got a cold," she replied, coughing for effect.
Tom sat down on her bed. He didn't take her for real.
"We talked about this, you've made a commitment to Lacrosse and you have to follow it through."
"But…" Sarah started, not sure what to say.
"Come on, what's bothering you," Tom asked.
Sarah sat up and looked at her doona. She sighed.
"Fine, I suck at Lacrosse, I couldn't catch or throw one ball yesterday. There I said it."
Sarah walked over to the window. She could see the sun rising, casting a golden ray of light on everything it touched.
"You know it'll take a while before you get the hang of it."
"I know," Sarah said, turning back to face her dad, "But I thought it would be so easy."
"Everything takes practice. You've heard of the old cliché, Practice makes Perfect."
Sarah looked towards her wardrobe and her sports uniform hanging on the door. She remembered watching Lacrosse on TV and ever since, has wanted to play it. She took the lacrosse stick down from her wardrobe and looked at it lying in the palm of her hands. Should she give it another shot?