Dawn sighed as she walked onto the football field in capris sweatpants and a light pink T-shirt with lots of armour pad-like stuff football players wear under it.
A couple of the football players saw her coming and snickered. "Hey sweetie, shouldn't you be going to the cheer leading tryouts?" one called. Dawn glared. Despite her hate for the game, she did her research and football was nothing a top assassin couldn't handle.
"Shouldn't I be saying the same to you?" she retorted. Before Dawn could start something the coach came in.
"You must be Dawn Maple, Norman and the headmaster informed me that you were going to 'try out'." he winked at the young bluenette.
"Yup, so what do I have to do?" she asked.
"How about you meet me in a broom closet later!" a guy suggested. Dawn glared at the boy and took the football from the coach's hand and threw it at the boy.
"Say that again, and next time I'll aim lower." she hissed as the ball collided with his stomach. "Oops! My bad!" she grinned acting like nothing happened.
"To prove that your qualified, you will do some exercises with the team captain." the coach informed the bluenette.
Dawn nodded, but looked around. "Um, coach? Where is the team captain exactly?"
Just then a blur of purple came up to the coach. "Sorry I'm late, coach."
"Shinji, get ready to test this young girl." the coach instructed. Paul looked at the coach questioningly, but followed the coaches gaze to the blue-headed girl jabbing her finger into a player's shoulder.
"If you dare to look at me like that again, I'll make sure you won't have the ability to see anymore!" Dawn growled venomously.
"That's her." the coach said. "Maple, go long!"
Dawn nodded and started running to the opposite side of the field. "This long?"
"Throw the ball, Shinji." the coach ordered. Paul grunted in reply, but threw the ball. It soared through the sky.
It came towards Dawn. Paul was expecting her to scream and run away, but instead she jumped up and caught the ball perfectly. "Woah!" he heard one of his teammates mutter.
"Good, now toss it back!" the coach ordered. Paul smirked. There was no way she could throw that far.
"Okay!" Dawn's excited voice echoed slightly around the field. Dawn pulled her arm back and she threw the ball as hard as she could. Much to Paul's amazement, it flew perfectly and landed in his hands.
A whistle blew. "Maple, welcome to the team." the coach grinned.
"YES!" Dawn screamed thrusting her arm in the air.
...
May groaned. She wondered how her sisters were doing as she raced across the court with inhuman speed, bouncing the ball.
"Not so fast, June!" Drew said as he blocked May's path of the basketball hoop. She gritted her teeth, faked left and ran right.
"My name is May!" she growled as she dunked the ball. "And I still want my money."
"Maple, your on the team!" the coach said. The other kids stared at the red Maple, jaws dropped. How can a simple newcomer get past Drew Hayden, the best basketball player!
...
Misty got ready to dive off the block, Ash right beside her. The swim coach was making her race against the fastest swimmer on the team.
"On your marks," Misty and Ash crouched down, "Go!"
The two made a simultaneous splash as they dove into the water. Misty was the first one to surface and swim the fly stroke.
"100 IM. Always one of the hardest drills." the coach grinned.
Misty could hear Ash's Pikachu cheer him on as she prepared to do backstroke. Misty pushed off the wall just as Ash reached it. She could hear Ash breath deeply as she passed the flags going across the middle of the roof. Misty noticed Ash speeding up as they both neared the wall. Misty did a couple strokes, then went on her belly and did a flip turn to push off the wall.
Breaststroke. Misty thought. And then Freestyle. Perfect.
She and Ash were neck and neck as they both neared the wall. "Pika pikachu!" the yellow pokemon cheered.
Ash and Misty both pushed off the wall for the last length. I will win! Misty's competitive side kicked in as she swam harder. Ash wasn't letting that slide though. He pushed faster as they neared the wall. Misty gritted her teeth, she wanted to win, but she wasn't going to resort to changing the current to help her. Instead, she reached her arms as far as she could and used what adrenaline she had left.
Touch!
"Misty wins! Welcome to the swim team, kid." the coach said.
...
"I still don't know how to play!" Monica muttered as she held the bat. Was softball just like baseball? She would never know.
The pitcher wound her arm back and Monica gripped the bat she was holding. In the distance, she could see Zane run to third base.
The ball came at the green coloured Maple. She swung the bat as hard as she could as it collided with the ball. She slid her sunglasses over her eyes as she and the other girls watched soar over the fence. "Oops. I'll get it!" Monica said, running towards the fence.
"Maple!" the coach yelled. Monica stopped and turned.
"Yeah?"
"Welcome to the team!" Monica grinned, held her thumb up and continued to chase the lost softball.
...
Rory stopped in front of the boys soccer team and sighed. Why did Norman do this to her?
At least you don't have to be on the FOOTBALL team! Dawn's voice echoed through Rory's mind.
How'd it go anyway? Rory asked.
I nailed it. Dawn replied smugly.
Well, no duh! We were always on the team. We just had to try out to make it look real. Rory rolled her eyes.
"Did you lose something, or is it just interesting to look at the grass?" the arrogant voice of a certain male brunette asked.
Of all things, Rafe just has to be on the soccer team. Rory growled.
We'll talk later. Dawn concluded. Rory looked at Rafe and smirked.
"It's better than looking at your face." she shrugged. "oh"s and "burn"s chorused through the soccer team.
"You wanna go?" Rafe growled.
"I can't hit a girl." Rory said dramatically.
"You calling me a girl?" Rafe sneered and went into a fighting position.
"If you want me to." Rory, too, got into a fighting stance.
Thunk!
A softball plopped on the ground in between Rafe and Rory. Rory rolled her eyes. "Monica."
"Hey Ro! Ya mind passing it back?" Monica's voice came from the fence. The whole team turned to see a grinning green Maple at the fence.
"Here!" Rory yelled throwing the ball towards Monica. She caught it without effort.
"Thanks!" the green twin disappeared.
"Alright kids. Meet Rory, she's here to try out." the coach's voice sounded. "Rafe, you're going up against her to see if she's qualified." Rafe grunted in reply. Rory snorted.
"Pah-lease. I can take on Rafe and Carter, easy." The whole team raised an eyebrow. "I declare a two on one match."
"She's got no chance. She probably sucks." one player muttered to another. The whole team started laughing.
The coach opened his mouth to protest to Rory's request, but was interrupted. "We quadruple that!"
Everyone turned again to see the other Maple sisters making their way towards the field.
The coach sighed. "Alright, everyone to the stands now."
...
"Alright, so first team to score five goals win." Rory said waiting in the centre of the field, Rafe and Carter across from her. The black and white ball was in between them.
The whistle blew.
Immediately, Rory stuck her foot on the ball and kicked it behind her. She turned swiftly and dug her foot under the ball, kicking it up. She raised her leg and kicked the ball behind her again. The ball zoomed past Rafe and Carter and into the goal.
"Do I still suck?" Rory glared at her opponents.
"Lucky shot." Carter flicked his ebony hair. God, Drew's rubbing off on him.
"Alright. Let's go again."
...
The score was two to zero. The whistle blew again. Before Rory could kick the ball, Carter quickly passed it to Rafe. Rafe dashed to the opposite goal, Carter not far behind. Rory ran towards them, noticing the shadows looming over the field. She smirked.
In the next moment, the scarlet headed girl was sliding towards the soccer ball. The ball shot to the side, away from Rafe, but not before he aimed to kick it into the goal. Before he could react to the ball sliding away, Rafe kicked.
Rory winced and let out a small cry.
"RORY!" the Maple sisters shrieked. In less than a second, Rory's sisters were a her side.
"Ro, you okay?" Dawn managed to squeak. Rory took a deep breath and nodded.
"Let me see." Misty ordered.
"Misty, I'm fine."
"Ro, let me see."
"It's fine."
"Ro, let me see your damn leg." By then, a crowd was around the Maples. Rory sighed and pulled down her sock and quickly pulled it up before anyone could really see anything. She bit her lip as she felt a small stream of blood trickle down her leg.
"See? I'm fine." Rory stood up. "Now let's get back to the game."
...
After around five minutes Rory had four goals, while Carter and Rafe had three. She wasn't playing as hard as she was before. Rory gritted her teeth as she stepped on her bad leg. Her leg was numb by now, but she ignored it as always. She was glad her socks were a dark purple colour. If it was white, blood would stain through.
The whistle blew. Rory dug her foot under the ball and kicked it up. The ball came down, she head-butted it away, and followed it. The boys were on each side of Rory.
Carter and Rafe nodded to each other and slid for the ball. Rory noticed and kicked the ball up. She jumped to avoid getting hit with the slides. She wound her foot back in the air and kicked the ball into the goal.
"I guess this means I'm on the team?" Rory said, making it sound more like a statement than question, walking away.
OMC! I'm so sorry for the extremely super duper late update. (heh, that kinda rhymed) I've decided to update a couple of my stories over the break.