So here's the mini chapter( 3 ½). I'm calling this one I Won't Back Down( by Tom Petty, sorry to all country music haters)
I'm going to go over a few things that should be addressed.
For starters, Bella is still Edward's singer. However, since she is sick, her blood is weaker, plus she's got some blood transfusions, and that throws off her scent for a while. I'm not sure if I'll ever have him realize she's his singer, but whatever.
Also, this is a mini chapter, so no Edward or anything like that, this won't follow the sneak peek I gave you on the last chapter. Things will resume in the next chapter though, and I'm planning on it being EPOV when he goes to the hospital for starters, followed by the next day in either POV, and they will talk more, and become more interested.
Next chapter will be a very high step up on the happy scale, if all goes according to plan, and it will keep getting better, until the big problem comes around. (hehe, no hints)
Also, I'd like to put in a disclaimer: I'm sorry for any inaccurate info about soccer or wigs. I've never actually worn a wig, nor do I know anyone who wears one full time, so I'm not sure about how people keep them on, or if it's possible. But then again, are vampires possible?
And for soccer, I've never played. My sis played a few years back, but I was little then. I have a lot of friends who play a lot, and I've played it in gym, so I tried to write as much as I know, but I probably got some stuff wrong, sorry!
And Bella is STILL clumsy, but more of a walking kind of clumsy, she's not that bad when she's just trying to block something.
I tried to make this chapter a little less tranquil, but who knows? I find things are more interesting when Edward plays a big part :D
And before anyone asks, there won't be a Jacob, and if there is, there will be very little. I'm not a Jacob fan, if you couldn't tell.
So here's the chapters! I'm loving the reviews!
BPOV
I was nervous as I got to gym. I handed my pass to the teacher, and she gave me a uniform to wear. It was a short sleeved shirt with the school logo, a long with basketball shorts. Great, all the more to show myself.
I wasn't sure what to do about my hair. What if it fell off? What would happen then? But I trusted the woman at the store. She said it shouldn't fall off unless I purposefully took it off.
I walked out to the gym behind a group of girls. Thankfully today wasn't co-ed, so I didn't have to walk around with my bruises in front of guys.
I was clumsy, so maybe they wouldn't look too far into them. I had tried to get a good look at them when I was changing. I only had two bruises on my right leg, one of which was practically the size of Idaho. My left leg was pretty clean, but I did have a nasty one on my ankle. I hope my socks would stay far enough up that it didn't show.
My arms, however, were a different story. My left arm was a bruise, and my right was at a close second. This would be a bad gym class.
I heard all the girls start to whisper as I walked past them. I tried to ignore them as best as I could and handed my note in.
I internally groaned when I heard our sport of the day. Soccer. Ugh. Wasn't it bad enough that I was already clumsy, couldn't I have one break?
As I suspected, I was one of the last ones chosen. I was practically a tomato when I was finally called. Someone handed me a red jersey.
Joy, now my face matches my team color.
Yeah, if you can't pick out that sarcasm, then you need to go back to kindergarten. Immediately.
"Okay everyone, me and Jessica are going to be the mid fielders, Angela and Mary, you're on defense, and Courtney and Ryan, you're the right wings." Lauren, of course. She and her best buddy got the best positions. I really hope she had made a mistake and wasn't about to do what I think she was. I saw her turn to me… No, no, please no…
"And new girl, you're the goalie." I smacked my hand into my forehead and ran over to the goal while they ran to the center of the field. I would have to explain to Charlie about my new bruises, because they just had to give me the worst position, and the most harmful.
I'd show them, though. I used to play soccer when I was younger. I still had some skill. They wouldn't know what hit them.
I blocked the first shot at the goal perfectly, passing it to Ryan, one of the wings. I saw Jessica stop and stare at me for a moment, and Lauren had a scowl as she headed to the other side.
I grinned and did a mental victory dance. Aha, revenge was sweet.
By the end of the game, I had blocked all of the shots, and our team won. Angela walked back with me to the locker room, but I heard Lauren talking about me.
"Did you see her arms? She is so disgusting looking," I knew Angela heard as well as I did, but we both pretended we didn't. And awkward silence came between us as we listened.
"I know, I bet her dad beats her. I don't blame him, who could like a freak like her?" Jessica. I heard them laughing.
That stung a bit, not the part about being a freak, but the part about my dad. He was the police chief for crying out loud! But what could I say? I knew they'd never believe clumsiness after today's performance out on the field. But there was no way I was spending my last year on the receiving end of pity stares.
By the time I reached my truck, I was in a pretty foul mood, but I tried to lighten up for Charlie. Hopefully tomorrow would be better. Hopefully my secret wouldn't get out. And hopefully I'd be able to talk to Edward without giving away anything.
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