A.N: Hey there, here's the next chapter. Enjoy! :3
Chapter 2
Period
"Patty, you coming or what?" one of the kids asked-a blonde haired boy with indigo eyes and a cute smile. "Yeah, I'm comin', Schroeder…" the tomboy sighed as she tugged on her loose ponytail. Looking at the tomboy, Schroeder felt a sense of fear take control of him. "Patty, is everything okay? You look worried," he told his friend.
"I'm fine," Patty perkily proclaimed as she bent over to tie her soccer cleats. "Good," the blonde boy explained before realizing he was just lied to. "Patty…seriously, what's wrong?" he asked again without a response. "Schroeder, I said 'I'm fine' do you need it written down?" Patty barked.
"No, but it would be nice" Schroeder teased as he shoved his marigold colored hair out of his dark blue eyes to clearly see the gym lockers they were faced with. "Aughhhhh!" Patty screamed as she punched another dent into her already busted locker. "H...hey, Pat; I was teasing you" he quivered.
"Well it wasn't funny!" Patty remarked, smoke coming out of her nostrils and flames visible in her emerald eyes. "Sorry" the blonde boy sighed. "So how's Marcie these days?" he asked, changing the topic. "She's fine…" Patty muttered under her breath. "Well that's good," he said, smiling before his eyes' glanced on something.
"Patty," he whispered, tapping her on the shoulder. "Is there a problem?" Patty questioned. "No, but did you sit in some red paint or something?" he continued as the tomboy looked down at her gym shorts. "Oh no!" she told herself as she raced into the girls restroom. "This can't be happening! Not today!" she thought in humiliation.
"Tricia, are you okay?" Schroeder asked, knocking on the bathroom door. "I'm…fine" Peppermint Patty quivered from the other side, fear laced with her husky voice. "Soccer practice's beginning in a few minutes! Are you ready or do we need to get help?" he questioned. "I'll be fine" Patty fibbed, blushing a vivid hot pink on her face.
"Coach DeMilo, I think something's wrong with Patricia," the blonde soccer player advised the coach. "I think I know what's wrong with her, Klimt" the shorthaired coach responded before advising the team to get started on their pushups. "Reichardt, are you okay?" Coach DeMilo asked from the other side of the stall door.
"I'm fine, Coach…seriously" Patty quivered in fear. "Tell me, Reichardt; I was a teenage girl once too you know" the coach told her student. "Fine Coach…I'm bleeding…" the tomboy sighed, fearing for her life. "Its fine, Reichardt" Coach DeMilo reassured, "Now go see the school nurse and she'll give you a new pair of pants for the day," she added.
"Okay, Coach…" Patty sighed, exiting the stall in humiliation. "You don't know much about these things; do you, Reichardt?" the soccer coach asked. "It's not that, Coach DeMilo; I don't talk about these things with Dad and you know I don't have a Mom," the tomboy explained, tears forming in her emerald eyes. "Don't cry" Coach DeMilo reassured, hugging the tomboy.
"I won't, Coach…see you in a while" Patty called out as she headed to see the school nurse. "Oh great, Patty. You're bleeding and it is picture day too…great combination," she thought to herself, sighing when she noticed them giggling at her. "Talk about best day ever" she added as she groaned. It was gonna be a long day indeed.
End of Chapter 2
