The 3rd out of 4 prologues! I shall leave you to read on :3
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Aaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrggghh! How much longer is this lesson going to last? I want to get to the tennis try-outs early to warm up. Spending precious time that I could be training on mathematics is not my idea of 'a good time'.
You'd think because this school is so elite they would organise a separate program for the athletes – y'know more sports, less brain activity. There's enough of them in this school, especially this class (they might as well just put this entire class onto a sport oriented schedule). Oh, almost forgot to explain. Basically, I am terrible at Math, Science, English, MFL and any other subject involving the use of your brain however I am absolutely amazing at sports. I know that sounds like I'm bragging but I have a right to, I've been training since I was 4 and I am one of the best in the country at tennis, basketball and cross country running. Without saying you could probably guess I've won countless awards and trophies on a national level – although I wish I had done more sports growing up. Merrygrove Secondary School recognised my achievements and gave me what you would call a 'scholarship' as they did with many other people. I wasn't too thrilled to come to this fancy school but it's an easy way to becoming a professional athlete (along with the hard work and training).
Oh, yeah. My name.
Misty's the name and sports is my game. 15 years old and counting! After all my training I decided to become a professional athlete as it pays well and it's what I know how to do, as I am quite useless in everything else. My specialties include tennis, basketball and cross country (with some track on the side) while in Summer I usually add swimming to all that. I've already gone to the try-outs for the basketball and running teams and tennis is today.
That was when the sweet sound of freedom sounded, also known as the bell for lunch. I hurriedly packed my stuff up and rushed off to the changing rooms, I was determined to be early.
After arriving at the changing room and getting changed I went out to the courts where the coach greeted me excitedly.
"Ah, Misty. I was waiting for you. As it's try-outs I'm supposed to do some easy exercises but you'll get in no problem. If you want to do some more difficult exercises feel free," he stated. I both like and dislike getting this special treatment, today is the dislike. Sports is teamwork, even if you don't work in teams, if I get this from day one I'll never earn the rest of the members' respect.
"Thank you for the offer, coach, but I would like to try-out the same as everyone else," I replied causing the coach to nod semi-understandingly and proceed to tell me to stand on the line. Soon after the rest of the students planning to try-out arrived on the courts. I recognised lots of people from class (I did say it was full of athletes) but there was also some people I didn't know, likely from the higher classes.
"What's this girl doing here?" questioned Gary, one of the guys from my class, putting emphasis on the 'girl'. There was one little detail I forgot to mention, I join both the female and male sports teams. When in tournaments and competitions I have to play with the girls but the training in the male teams is a lot stricter and fits with my personal routine better so the school gave me special permission to join both. Must be a shock to people who didn't know.
"Now, now. Calm down. Misty here is a very special case so she has authority to join both the male and female teams. If you have a problem with that you should go speak to the head of the school directly," the coach replied, causing Gary to back down for now.
"Bet she just needs the extra help."
Why can't some people – especially guys – understand that there are people better than them out there? If I don't sort this out now it'll be unresolved forever.
"Excuse me, Gary? I'm Misty from your class, I understand it can be a surprise to see a girl in the guys' tennis team but I'm here to stay so I hope we can be friends!" I said while putting on my cheeriest smile.
"No one cares about a stupid girl who is so pathetic she needs the extra help so why don't you just give up now and stay out of my business."
Okay, that was rude. I was so tempted to punch him but I thought that'd be a bit excessive. Instead I found the closest the object to me, which happened to be a toy hammer, I went to whack him clean on the head.
"Ouch!"
However, someone decided to foil my plans and get in the way. Maybe it wasn't a toy hammer…
"I'm so sorry! You're Ash, right? We're in the same class. I was just so angry about that comment and well yeah, this happened. Once again I'm so sorry!"
And so that's how my first day at the Boys' Tennis Club went.
