I do not own anything except Ivory.
Chapter 4: Hey, Coach
I stood in the gym, that smelled like wet socks. I looked around to see Stiles motioning me to come over to them. Thank goodness. I did not want to be alone.
I heard coach's voice yell out behind me, "Today we will be working on lacrosse." I could see that Scott felt comfortable with that subject. "Any lacrosse team members that would like to volunteer? No? Okay, then... Jackson, Scott, and, uh, Stiles," Coach Finnstock said quite loudly. Stiles and Scott went over to Coach to get their topics. All 3 of them stood in front of tables right next to each other. And... Jackson's table immediately flooded with people. Scott's had a few, like Allison and whatnot but Stiles had nobody. I decided to go keep him company. "So," I said as I sat down. "What are we learning?" I asked with a smile, I didn't want him to feel like nobody knew he existed. "We're looking at the layout of the game. Yay." He said sarcastically. Stiles flipped the board to see a drawing of the field. We went over the names of players and the usual plan for the game. It's basically a battle plan, that's how I think of it.
Coach came over to see that we had already went over the topic again, and again, and again. He couldn't allow us to sit around and do nothing. So, he told us to brain storm some tricks to score or something. At least that was better than "discussing the layout of the game." Brain storming was my forte. I came up with a interesting move. Basically, 1 player pretends that they have the ball leading the other team on a wild goose chase. Then the other player pretends that they don't have it and shoot and score. It's a classic you see all the time in movies but, nobody does it in real life. Like stars and sorcerers, I say to myself The bell rings and people run out the door.
I walk to the door and see a paper saying, 'Lacrosse team assistant coach needed. Counts as volunteering and extra curricular.' A smile hangs on my lips. I did need some volunteering hours and doing an extra curricular. I walked back. "Coach, about the assistant coach..."
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I had managed to convince coach in letting me to be assistant coach and said goodbye to Stiles and Scott. I walked into the woods where my house was deep in the woods, hidden away so it would be hard to locate by anybody.
Scott looked at Ivory. "Something's funny about her." He said. Stiles sighed. "Like what?" He asked. She seemed perfectly normal to him. "The fact that she said she was going home and she's walking into the woods."
"Oh."