Litzys POV

Chapter 1

Track is for losers

"Oh come on Litzy! Stop being such a wimp," My little green-eyed devil of a friend rolled her eyes as we walked together through the hallways. I'm pretty sure she was talking about trying out for softball and track, but I had tuned out at the mention of anything athletic. It honestly surprised me that Ace of all people was going to do something athletic. Once again my mind is blown.

"I would try out if I wasn't so lazy!" Truth is, I'm scared I'll trip and fall and break my body or... Or I'll get hit in the face with a softball, I'll tell you what, those softballs are NOT soft. Add on top my laziness and wala! My answer is nothing more than nope. Why must I be so paranoid? I hang out with my group too much, Kenny's in our group, he's always freaking getting run over and shot and stuff. Maybe it rubbed off on me.

"Come on! You lazy ass! Or are you just scared that I will make it and you won't? Huh?" She stretched her arms; I took that as a challenge, turned around and crouched down to look into her emerald green eyes.

"You know what? Fine. I'll try out with you." I sighed at the thought of ACTUALLY trying out for a sport, not that my grades were too low or that they would lower enough that I would be humiliated by getting kicked off the team or onto probation... Way to rant Elizabeth. COME ON. BEAT THAT GREEN EYED BITCH ELIZABETH MARIE WELLZ! I smiled at the thought of actually beating my bitch-in-boots best friend in something other than Modern Warfare 2. The only coordination I think I actually have is in my fingers and hands. Damn you logic. You know what I didn't know? Avery was right there listening to us. That little...

"Who would've known? Elizabeth Marie Wellz is trying out for not ONE but TWO sports!" She exclaimed as my eye twitched, I hated my name so much. That girls face won't look so pretty in a second if she doesn't stop calling me that. I stuck out my tongue at her royal bitch.

"Yes, yes I actually am," I sniffed and crossed my arms; lets just hope that I remember to wear my contacts that day. Why do I get the feeling I'm going to completely screw this up? Wait. Maybe I could ask Stan for help... Good bonding time with my man, wait, scratch that I'm too scared to ask him. Nope, I'm not doing it. "I'm going to beat Ace's fat ass too in fact," I in fact, was lying. Ace doesn't come off as very athletic, but when you see her in action you don't know what to expect.

My friends all departed and myself being completely vulnerable to Monica and everybody else who hates me, like a baby elk to a crocidile, I looked down, leaned against a locker and listened to the conversations of other students. Alice was attempting to convince An that Dylan was quote 'in love with him' I rolled my eyes and avoided listening to it.

Don't ask why I started listening to this conversation because, even I don't know why. Bebe, Wendy, and this light brown haired girl, Emma I think her name is, were disscussing a sleepover this weekend between the three of them and that got my juices flowing. Smiling, I thought; why not have a sleepover of my own with Acey-poo and Avery? My house was pretty awesome. Well... Not really but my dad and stepmom don't bother us so it's pretty awesome when you think about it. Alright, time for Art class I thought, avoiding anybodys gaze as I walked into the Art room.

Damn, was I tired, I took off my jacket and laid my head on the soft fabric. Next thing I knew I was fast asleep.

Windmill, Windmill for the land.

Turn forever hand in hand

Take it all there on your stride

It is sinking, falling down

Love forever love is free

Let's turn forever you and me

Windmill, windmill for the land

Is everybody in?

I watched as a windmill spun past my face and I felt as if I was flying through the sky, passing random debris and elderly people casually walking on air holding hands as if it was completely normal to be walking through the sky. I longed for the same love the couples shared. The feeling you get when somebody genuinely loves you.

I shot my head up and looked around the class, wow, nobody noticed I was asleep but boy were there some awesome drawings. This girl Cory was drawing a sunset, Jessica drawing a bunny, Katrina drawing a dog that looked exactly like my little Scruffy pup. Sighing, I looked down at my blank paper, great. Another thing I don't feel like doing.

The days last bell's deafening ring inturrupted my thoughts and of course this was the time I'm meeting Ace to try out for track and softball. Woo. Getting up, I thought of how many ways I could die or get injured by going to the tryouts. Pushing past students, and hearing the latest gossip was fun until I ran into a certain green eyed devil while I was planning my escape from school.

"Hey, you ready to get your ass kicked?" She said with that cocky tone of hers, I rolled my eyes and sighed.

"Yeah, you're paying for my medical bills though," I pressed my books to my chest, "Let me go to my locker first," This could be my way out! Good job Elizabeth, you're SO smart!

"Sure I'll come with you to make sure you don't run off," Ace said as she winked at me. That dumb bitch busted you. For a second I actually felt... Smart. Eh, a few seconds of glory is better than none, right?

We walked into the gym and I felt like turning my ass around and leaving right then. Too bad Ace's grasp was restricting me from doing that. Staring around the room I realized not a lot of people enjoyed track, surprise, surprise. Zody, Butters, who I was genuinely surprised to see, though he was cowering in the corner, Stan, who looked sexy in shorts and a white tank top, too bad he was talking to a little whore with the name of Zody, Bebe, Wendy (Who Bebe probably dragged there) and Mr. Melwood stood there going over his clipboard.

After the various tryouts of everybody else, it was Ace's turn. Damn was that girl fast, She was like a short little stump racing across the world! She stopped after jumping over hurdles and shit, panting like Scruffy after a long walk around my neighborhood. She came over to me and smirked at me as my mouth hung open in an O shape.

"Goodbye life," I said as I walked up to the beginning of the fading square paint line around the gym. Waiting for Mr. Melwood to tell her to start was like waiting for grass to grow, I could barely realize he was telling me to go before he started screaming at me to run. Attempting to run and turn the sharp turns was like dodging daggers but, surprisingly I didn't trip too much. My adrenaline pumping and my blood pulsing in my ears, I tripped over a hurdle and smacked against the ground.

"Owwwwwww," I whimpered as I got up and brushed myself off, hoping Stan didn't see so I kept running, my hands stinging and finally told me I could stop after tripping a total of about four times and I bent over panting.

"I will announce who made the team tomorrow on the announcements, you are dismissed," He said in his gruff tone. Thanking the lord, I grabbed my stuff and ran out the door.

This is going to be a very long year isn't it? Well it can kiss my beautiful ass.

A.N: OH MY GOD! I'M SOOOOO SORRY I DIDN'T UPDATE! I HAD WRITERS BLOCK! I feel horrible DX Well I hope you like it! I didn't mention all the OC's I'm using yet so don't fret, I might be using yours. ;)