Author's Note: Just to give you a general idea of the time, this is taking place sometime in November. I know I occasionally throw out months, but I figured I'd give you (and me) a checkpoint.

Just about everyone at school was ready for Thanksgiving break to come around. The students, the teachers, the lunch ladies... it was making them all restless as the forth Thursday in November (AKA the start of Thanksgiving break) came creeping closer and closer.

In the meantime there was the school play practice, and Sara had a few soccer games here and there on the weekends. The girls team was doing pretty well, better then the boys, for once, which made Sara happy.

"Maybe next year at the opening night Coach Merlin with rub it in the boy's face that we did awesome and they need to shape up." Amaya said hopefully as she and Sara walked to the changing room after practice.

"It's always possible." Sara shrugged. "But we both know how sexist he is."

Amaya sighed, pulling off her gear and tossing it haphazardly in her bag. It was a Friday evening and they were both tired- both from a week at school and from practice.

"See you at the game on Saturday?"

"Yup." Sara nodded, slinging her backpack over her shoulder and peering across the field in search of Leonard. "Hard to play the game without your foreword."

Amaya laughed, and Sara waved and jogged out the door.

Halfway across the field, Oliver and Diggle were also coming back from practice.

Out of the blue, Diggle asked, "So, Oliver, you planning on making up with Felicity anytime soon?"

"I- what?!" Oliver stared at him, confused. "Where did that come from?"

"Well, you know. Winter Formal is coming up in a couple of months, and I don't think you want her asking someone else. Or someone else asking her." Diggle shrugged. "I'm just looking out for you, man. Girls have to be dealt with with the utmost delicacy."

"So I've noticed." Oliver grumbled. "Look, man, I don't exactly know what I would say-"

"How about sorry?" Diggle suggested.

"Just... sorry?" Oliver sighed, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Something tells me that's not going to do it."

Diggle sighed. "How about you try it? And if it doesn't work, then you can give up hope and be miserable and single."

Oliver sent him a half-hearted glare. "Fine. I'll tell her I'm sorry, and if she gives me that are you serious look and storms away, then it's your fault."

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"Danvers, at my desk please."

Kara froze halfway out of the door of her English class, and slowly turned to face Snapper. Winn hovered by the doorframe, unsure of whether he should stay and look awkward or abandon his friend.

"Mr. Schott, is your name Danvers and I somehow didn't know?" Snapper asked dryly.

"Uh, uh, no sir." Winn decided upon his second option and ran out the door.

Kara approached Snapper nervously, "Um, am I- am I in trouble?"

"Why?" Snapper frowned at her. "Should you be?"

"I don't- I don't think so." Kara peeped. "I just thought... why else would you call me to your desk?"

Snapper sighed, taking off his glasses so he could rub his eyes. "Sit down, Danvers, and I'll tell you."

Kara took a hurried seat, her hands shaking.

"I don't really like doing this." Snapper grumbled. "I'm not the kind of teacher that gives out lollypops when students do well. But you are admittedly an extra-ordinary kind of good student, and as a teacher it is my job to broach subjects like this. So. Have you ever considered becoming a reporter, Danvers?"

"A, uh, a what?" Kara blinked, shocked at the turn of events.

"A reporter." Snapper repeated impatiently. "Please don't tell me you don't know what a reporter is."

"I- I- I do, I just... I hadn't ever thought that I would become one."

"Well then that's that, I suppose." Snapper placed his glasses back on his nose. "But it is my duty to tell you that you'd make a good one, if you ever wanted to consider the option. And if you need a letter of recommendation... I suppose it wouldn't be too hard to write one, if you asked nicely."

"A- a letter of recommendation?" Kara stuttered, tongue tied. "I- thank you, Mr. Carr, I- I appreciate it."

"There's nothing to appreciate- I haven't even done anything." Snapper said in a bored voice. "Dismissed."

As Kara hurried to get out of her seat and leave the room, his voice made her pause. "You're a good student, Danvers, and a good writer. Keep it up."

Breaking into a grin, Kara left before he could take back the words.

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At lunch that afternoon, the topic of conversation spiraled into careers. "I just can't believe that Snapper gave you a compliment!" Felicity said, shaking her head. "You must feel pretty darn special, gal."

Kara bit her lip, smiling happily. "I do. I mean, coming from Snapper... I must be doing something right, right?"

"Of course you are." Mon-El looked proudly down at her. "And I think that you'd make a fantastic reporter. Your targets wouldn't be able to refuse a pretty girl like you an interview."

Kara blushed and rolled her eyes. "Stop it," she muttered. "It's kind of weird. I mean, I know I've always liked writing, but becoming a reporter has never even crossed my mind."

"It's probably a good idea for all of us to start figuring out what we want to do- or at least what we want to major in." Caitlin put in. Cisco, Julian, Winn and Felicity, all also at the table, nodded. "I'm thinking I want to do a double major in biochemistry and genetics." Caitlin added thoughtfully.

"You go girl." Felicity grinned. "Maybe I'll become a technician. Or an IT girl."

"That's about the path I'm thinking, at this point." Winn agreed.

Cisco looked aghast. "No way! There is way to many brains between the two of you to be ITs!"

"Well, what's your plan, Cisco?" Felicity asked, half smiling, half defensive.

Cisco tilted his head to the side. "I want to be an engineer. A big one. That actually invents stuff."

"I can see it." Caitlin nodded.

"What about you, Mon-El?" Kara asked.

"What about me?"

"What are you thinking about going to college for?"

Mon-El frowned, thinking. "Well... I like astronomy. So maybe a major in astronomy and a minor in bartending?"

Everyone at the table blinked. Julian furrowed his brown. "Uh... I don't think that you can go to school for bartending, mate."

"Really? Huh." Mon-El shrugged. "Then something with astronomy, I suppose."

"I'm thinking of going into forensics." Julian said. "I believe Allen is as well." He gave Caitlin a nervous look. "I'm just hoping that we end up at the same school. Because I'm not very good at long distance relationships."

Caitlin smiled and squeezed his hand. "We'll figure it out." Then she paused. "Unless some cruel overlords/writers of my story decide that we are not totally soulmates."

Everyone gave her their own version of a weird look, then shrugged and went back to their food.

(A.N: Sorry. I couldn't help it. That was for all the Snowbert geeks out there)

"Has Alex decided what college she's going to?" Felicity asked, taking a bite of her sandwich.

Kara nodded. "Yeah, she's already gotten in to a few schools. She's going to be doing some sort of advanced science-y stuff... you'll have to ask her about it. And Maggie is going to become a cop." Kara shook her head. "Once they're married, Alex is going to hate that. She'll be so scared for her all the time."

"Um..." Mon-El said slowly. "'Once they're married'? Are they even dating yet?"

"No." Kara shrugged. "But they will."

She received a few strange looks, but Felicity just shrugged. "True."

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On Saturday, Sara met Thea and Iris in the 4th playing field, and they took a spot in the bleachers to watch the boy's game. Sara was already dressed in her soccer garb, and a few other people wearing the bright AV High colors were scattered around the bleachers and grass.

"You wish Leonard good luck?" Thea asked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

"I would have." Sara said, not noticing 'the look'. "But I couldn't find him. He's probably warming up and avoiding the rest of the guys."

"Not much of a team player, huh?" Iris asked. She still sounded stuffy from her recent bout with the school bug, but she was back on her feet and glad to be returned to the social life of school. You miss a week... you miss a whole chapter book worth of drama.

Sara shrugged. "He's not much of a team anything." She said with a faint smile. "Len's not a people person."

"Which makes the fact that he's totally head over heels for you even more adorable and squeal worthy." The grinned.

Sara rolled her eyes, and Iris changed the subject before they could start arguing. "You guys planning anything special for Thanksgiving Break?"

"Laurel, Dad and I are going to visit mom and her new boyfriend." Sara said, making a face on the word 'boyfriend'. "The food will probably be good, at least. How about you?"

"We're probably just going to chill and watch the Macy's Day Thanksgiving Parade, like we do every year." Iris shrugged. "I'm going to see if I can get dad to invite this woman, Cecile. She's a defense attorney and he's so into her."

"Iris West, matchmaker." Thea giggled. "I don't know what we'll do. If Oliver and Felicity make up maybe we can invite her and her mom, but otherwise... it'll probably just be a big extravagant meal cooked by Rasia and nothing else."

"Aww..." Iris gave her a sympathetic look. "You can come over to my place if you want."

"I might just take you up on that, if Felicity doesn't come." Thea sighed. "Which she probably won't. Because my brother is mule level when it comes to stubbornness."

"I heard from Laurel that Diggle tried to talk some sense into him, but I don't think that he's taken his advice yet." Sara said, leaning in conspiratorially.

"He's going to have to work pretty hard if he wants her back before Winter Formal." Thea agreed. "But if Oliver is good at anything, it's being able to fight for what he wants."

Both girls nodded in agreement.

The soccer game started at around that time, and each player was called onto the field. Sara made sure to cheer extra loudly when Leonard Snart's name was mentioned. Thea gave her that same suggestive look and eyebrow wiggle, and Sara punched her in the shoulder.

The boys, much to everyone's consternation, lost by 1 point. Once the game was over, Sara rushed off to her before-game meeting and Thea and Iris made their way down the bleachers.

Leonard came jogging up to them, face red and sweaty from the game. Thea waved. "Hey, Leonard. Nice game."

He shrugged. "Not really."

"You fought valiantly." Thea said comfortingly.

He shrugged again. "Sara already head to her game?"

"Yeah." Iris exchanged secret smiles with Thea. "We were just heading that way. Wanna come with?"

"Sure." He followed them across the grass to the girls playing field, where a few of the girls on the team were kicking a ball back and forth to warm up. Sara wasn't among them. "I'm going to go find her; wish her luck."

"You do that." Thea said, smirking. "Come on, Iris. Let's go get seats."

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After the girls triumph of beating their opponents 5-1, Sara was on a winning high. She went out to a post-game celebration dinner with some of the girls from the team, paid for by her father. Then she went home, showered, and curled up on the couch to watch a movie with Laurel.

Her phone buzzed. It was Leonard.

Never ended up seeing you today. Good job on the game.

Sara smiled, texting back a quick: Thanks u too.

He sent her a winking emoji, and she smiled at it. Off all the people she knew that loved emojis, Leonard Snart was surprisingly one of them.

"Who was that?" Laurel asked, trying to get a glimpse of Sara's phone.

"Just Leonard." She quickly shut her phone off. "He wanted to congratulate me on the game."

"He really likes you, huh?" Laurel asked with a smile, neither of their focuses really on the movie anymore.

Sara shrugged, her cheeks a little pink. "I guess so, yeah. That's what Thea seems to think, anyway." She tilted her head to the side. "Speaking of Thea and Leonard... she had wanted to set up this double date with me and Leonard and her and Roy. I wonder what ever became of that?"

She turned her phone back on and sent a quick text to Thea as Laurel smirked, reading over her shoulder. "Double dates don't really seem like either of those boy's types."

"That's what I said." Sara sighed. "But Leonard agreed."

"I'm telling you. That boy would give his life for you." Laurel said, borderline incredulous.

"I think that that's a little far..." Sara was definitely blushing now, and she busied herself with her phone as she waited for Thea's response.

Laurel shrugged, turning her attention back to the movie and attempting to grasp what she had missed.

A little while later, Thea texted back. Sorry, I was having dinner. Roy put up a fight at the idea of dd. Prbly not going to happen.

I'm sure L will b relieved. Thx :D

Haha.

Sara tucked her phone into her pocket and curled up with her blanket, putting all thoughts of her school and friends and drama out of her mind as she watched the movie with her sister.

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The next day at school, Felicity was at her locker when she found herself cornered by none other then Oliver Queen. She gave him a look. "What do you want?"

He held up his hands in a quick motion of surrender. "Just- Just hear me out, okay?"

Felicity crossed her arms. "Fine. You get 5 minutes."

"Great, great, that's all I need." He took a deep breath, feeling his hands shaking. "Look, I know that we have had some... issues over the past, um, while, and I'd like to say I'm- I'm sorry. It was wrong of me to get mad at you for auditioning for Belle, and it was even more wrong of me to then go audition for the Beast. I was a jerk, and I was stupid, and- and I should have said all this much earlier then I am. If you- If you don't forgive me, I get it. I probably wouldn't forgive me either. But I'm really, really sorry."

Felicity stared down at her feet. When she looked up, she had a small half smile on. "I was preparing to slap you and never speak to you again, but... 2 apologies from Oliver Queen? And was that a tiny little voice crack I heard somewhere in there? I don't think I can say no."

"So...?" Oliver held his breath.

"I forgive you Oliver." Felicity said with a smile. Then she sobered up and gave him a glare. "This time."

His face broke into a grin and he moved foreword like he was going to hug her. Then he paused, and awkwardly stuck out his hand. "Uh, thanks, Felicity. I appreciate it."

She rolled her eyes, ignored his hand, and gave him a hug. "No problem Oliver. And I'm- I'm sorry, too. I'll be a bit less sorry when I see you kissing Kara, but..."

"I promise, it won't mean anything." Oliver said seriously. "Just like you kissing another guy wouldn't have meant anything. I was wrong to be a jealous jerk."

"Okay, okay, I've already forgiven you." Felicity groaned. "Now let's just forget about the whole thing, okay?"

"Okay."

And just like that, things were back to normal.

Oliver made a mental note to thank Diggle very profusely later.

Author's Note: That one was a little bit shorter then usual, but I didn't want to get into Thanksgiving break during this chapter and I didn't have any other ideas, so I ended it.

I hope you guys are still enjoying!