The Pinewood

Kristen's Bedroom

Tuesday, January 31

6:45am

Kristen had endured a pretty tough soccer practice yesterday. Coach Blake had made the team run 3 miles non-stop, and Kristen had done many drills involving head-butting and her head was killing her.

Her mother had sensed that there was something wrong with her but just assumed that it was Kristen getting used to the insane training and Kristen knew she was right.

It was true that she definitely loved soccer but was it really worth being this exhausted after just one practice? Besides with her first game coming up her team was counting on her and she was more excited than ever.

Still she felt as if something were truly bothering her. Like she couldn't quite put her finger on it, it was sort of like one of those moments where you were going to say something and your brain just suddenly forgets.

Or maybe it was because of everything changing so fast the life that she had known was transforming before her eyes. Kristen almost didn't want to but she couldn't help but compare it to the time where she found out she was 'poor.'

Flashback

It was a cold night for May and Kristen was in third grade, a mere nine year old girl attending Scholary Apprehensive Day School or SAD as it was known to the students. It was an elite elementary school and most of the boys who attended SAD often went to Briarwood for middle and high school and the girls often went to OCD.

Mr. Gregory was a famous artist which was why the family was so rich and was able to pay for Kristen's schooling. The family also lived in the Montador Building which was a building of luxury condos.

Kristen had been home doing her homework as her mother had always been strict about her schoolwork and as the clock ticked on and on her father still hadn't returned home from work and her mother was beginning to worry.

"Kristen, why don't you…Oh there he is" Marsha Gregory turned around to see her husband with a sad slumped look on his face like he had just been punched in the gut.

"What's wrong dad?" Kristen had asked.

"Marsha, can I talk to you for a second" Mr. Gregory had said.

"Of course" Marsha had had a bit of a worried look on her face and Kristen being a person to notice things easily took this in.

Nine year old Kristen watched as her parents walked into the family room that was decorated with its exquisite furniture and paintings done by her father. Suddenly she heard her mother start to cry and her father is saying he is sorry and he doesn't know what he did. Her mother is saying they need a good lawyer.

Kristen had walked away from the threshold between the kitchen and den because if her parents had seen her it would've worried them even more. She was still confused but knew that something wasn't right. She walked towards her bedroom where her new kitten, Beckham was perched on her bed.

She looked around at the walls which had reflected her personality perfectly with its sports designs on the walls and sky blue paint.

Kristen recalled how her parents had come in and told her that her dad had lost his job and that they were going to try and live in the Montador for as long as time allowed them and by the time Kristen was in fourth grade they had been evicted and forced to live in the Pinewood next door.

The point was Kristen's life was changing and curveballs were being thrown part of her wondered how much was worth giving up something she loved because she had heard of stories where people gave up everything for sports and she wondered if she really wanted to be one of those people.

"Kristen, come on you need to get up for school" Marsha said as she rushed into her daughter's bedroom already dressed for work.

"I still have a headache and I really don't think I'll be able to concentrate today" Kristen answered.

Marsha frowned, "Kristen, you know how I feel about you missing school."

"I know mom but I promise I'll ask Claire to take notes for me and ask her to bring me my homework" Kristen said.

Judging by the look on her mom's face Kristen knew she was about to give in any second. "Fine, but no television, no computer, and I don't want to hear that you went up to the roof to play soccer."

"Got it" Kristen said as she turned over in her bed and tried to get some extra sleep or at least make it look like she was.

She could hear her mom make herself breakfast and after about a half an hour, walk out the door before clicking the lock. Kristen's father was on yet another business trip trying to scout for a better paying job that would perhaps move them into a nicer place to live.

Beckham jumps onto Kristen's bed and the sound of his collar chains make a jingling sound that nearly startle Kristen as she is almost drifting off to sleep.

"Becks" she groans and Beckham just meows. "I can't believe I'm already this tired after only one practice…just one!" Kristen says and gets out her phone. Usually when she is down she texts Massie and knows that it is afternoon in England so it is the perfect time to text her friend.

Kristen: heyyy

Massie: omg hey! Takin bad sushi day?

Kristen: sorta

Massie: ? happened?

Kristen: soccer practice = tired

Massie: :(

Kristen: yea so ? up w u?

Massie: nm in music

Kristen: boring?

Massie: we're doing warm ups I think theyre singing a Shakespeare song or something

Kristen: Shakespeare didn't write songs Mass

Massie: w.e.

Kristen: smh

Massie: of course u r

Kristen: ? tht supposed 2 mean?

Massie: lol nvm g2g teacher is walking by xoxo

Kristen: bi

She was well aware of the improper spelling she had just used but was way too tired to care.

Octavian Country Day School

Wednesday, February 1

8:15am

"So Dyl, I cannawt wait to see the new episode of Marvilous Marvils tonight!" a sixth grader said as she walked by the Pretty Committee as they walked down the hallway.

"My name is DyLAN nawt Dyl" Dylan snapped and Alicia high fived her.

"Ugh wannabe much?" Alicia asked.

"So annoying now I know how you felt Kuh-laire after Dial L came out" Dylan said.

"I liked the attention!" Claire protested.

"Didn't it feel like they were invading your privacy a little bit I mean not just LBRs but basically everyone" Kristen said.

"Not really I just liked that people were paying attention to me" Claire said.

"Was that supposed to be directed at us?" Alicia asked.

"Totally" Claire said with a smirk.

"Ouch" Dylan said.

"So how was your day off yesterday?" Alicia asked Kristen.

"Ugh my head hurt like a bitch I swear if Coach Blake makes us do that many head butts in one practice I will kill someone."

"Isn't that illegal?" Dylan asked.

"No" Kristen said not being able to hide her laugh.

"How many did she make you do?" Claire asked.

"At least 35 and the ball had wayyy too much air in it so it was super hard" Kristen said.

"When is your first game anyway?" Alicia asked.

"Not this weekend but the weekend after we're versing Mount Kisco and I heard that they're extremely good" Kristen said.

"Whatever the case is you're going to be AHmazing I mean you were already the star of the Sirens and you definitely will be something more on the Soccer Sisters" Alicia said.

"Thanks Leesh" Kristen said slightly brightening up.

"Now back to Dyl, can you at least give us one hint about the Marvilous Marvils episode this week? Is it about you?" Alicia asked.

"Let's just put it this way they put me through hell filming it" Dylan said.

"Damn you sound sooo excited" Claire said.

Dylan rolled her eyes, "I would at least be more enthusiastic if they weren't portraying me as a psychopath."

Alicia laughed, "I highly doubt they're portraying you as a psychopath."

Dylan opened her mouth to say something but nothing would come out. Yes she did love being famous and a TV star but her friends just didn't understand the complicated feelings she was feeling right now even she didn't understand it herself.

"Did anyone do the math homework btw? I forgot" she said quickly changing the subject and almost instantaneously she and Alicia looked at Kristen and Claire.

"Yeah, here" Kristen said. "But you have to give it to me by third period."

"Got it" Dylan said.

"Anyone want a latte for first period?" Alicia sang.

"ME!" Dylan, Kristen, and Claire shouted.

Alicia walked over to the Starbucks Kiosk and ordered four lattes she couldn't help but wonder how on Earth she was still keeping up the alpha roll because after all she knew deep down the job wasn't and never will be meant for her.

There was a voice in the back of her head cheering her on and it was a voice that she heard almost every day. It reminded her of Massie's voice but she quickly pushed the thought of the ex-alpha out of her head or she was bound to start crying and her mascara was definitely not waterproof.

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