Chapter 4- Day 1
Disclaimer- See Chapter 1
A/N- Sorry this took so long. School started and I just got so busy. Anyways, here is the next chapter.
I am still pinching myself! I am going to football camp! And I get to tape it all! Here comes Coach Yoast and his little girl, Sheryl. When I went to arrange some business with the coach, his daughter and I hit it off right away. Sheryl's face lit up as she saw me. She ran up and jumped into my arms.
"Diana! I can't believe you are comin' with us! This is going to be so cool!" Sheryl's mouth was runnin' a mile a minute as I turned to Coach Yoast.
"Good morning Coach Yoast! This documentary will be incredible. I promise you that!" I said and Coach Yoast smiled.
I'm sure it will be, Miss Campbell." He turned to talk to the other coaches and I noticed a very cute, tall fellow walk toward Coach Boone. There was another fellow, slightly shorter, bringing up the rear. Suddenly I heard Sheryl ask Coach Yoast a question.
"Daddy, who am I going to room with since you're not roomin' with me?" Coach Boone smiled and turned her around.
"Meet your roommate, darlin'." Yoast said and Sheryl's face lit up like a light bulb. Suddenly I heard Coach Boone start talking loudly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have Jerry Lewis and Dean Martin comin' to camp with us. Jerry tells the jokes; Dean sings the songs and gets the girls. Let's give them a hand." Then he started to clap. I guess Boone likes using humiliation to put humility into his players. I hugged Daddy and told Heidi not to cry, that it is only two weeks. She nodded and clung onto Julius. I hugged Daddy one more time.
"I saw the pictures on my desk. Thank you Songbird." He said as he kissed me on the forehead. I walked to the buses where Sheryl stood waiting for me. All the boys were seated on the buses, when Boone jumped onto the black bus and the white bus and told everyone to get off. I was a little shocked at this. I wonder what he is up to, I thought. After he had shuffled the boys off the buses, he turned to Sheryl and me.
"Girls, why don't you get on the defensive bus?" He said and I nodded as I took Sheryl's hand and boarded the bus. As we sat down, I took out my camera and started to snap pictures of the players as Coach Boone started to yell.
"Listen up! I don't care if you're black, green, blue, white, or orange. I want all of my defensive players on this side. All players that are going out for offense on this side. Right Now! Let's MOVE! Let's move! Let's move! Let's move!" He then began pointing out random players.
"You and you! Offensive bus, sit together! You and you! Defensive bus, sit together! Get comfortable too, because the person who I have you sitting next to is the same person you will be rooming with for the duration of this camp! Now…" He continued to point out people. In every pair there was one black football player and one white football player. Julius was picked for the defensive bus along with "Jerry Lewis" as he had been nicknamed by Coach Boone. When Julius stepped onto the bus, I waved him over to the seat behind myself and Sheryl. The white boy was looking at me strangely because I was ushering Julius to sit behind me. I knew my twin. He was pouting because he didn't get his way in this situation. I turned around to him and said.
"Remember what Mama used to say, Julius, 'It takes more muscles to frown then to smile'" He smiled gently at the memory of our mother. The bus started to move and Julius was looking a little better. Sheryl was staring at me like I had grown a second head.
"Why are you talkin' to that colored boy 'Ana?" She asked, cocking her head at me. I smiled and said,
"He's my brother." I said as if it was no big deal. Sheryl looked surprised for a minute and then did something totally out of the ordinary. She turned around and stuck her hand out in front of Julius. (A/N: I know this is unlikely for Sheryl to do but this is a A.U. of sorts. Just bear with me please?)
"Hello, Diana's brother, my name is Sheryl Yoast, what's yours?" She asked. I almost laughed as I watch Julius eyes widen. He took it and shook it gently.
"I am Julius Campbell. Pleased to make your acquaintance Miss Yoast." Julius said and Sheryl giggled softly and turned around to face the front again.
We had been traveling for a little over an hour, when I heard a familiar tune being sung behind me. I turned and saw that a heavy set black boy was singing "Ain't No Mountain High Enough". I giggled. When Julius and I were little, and that song first came out, we used to sing a duet of sorts with it when he would come down to visit. The boy had gotten another boy in front of him to sing when Julius interrupted them.
"Blue, shut up. I don't want to see your smilin' and shuff in', and hear all your minstrel show singing on this bus." Uh oh, Big Ju was mad and that was not good.
"You too." He said to the other boy. Jerry Lewis added in,
"Got that right!" I rolled my eyes. Guys could be such babies at times. These fellas needed to grow up. Julius wasn't too happy about not having the last word, so he just had to say something.
"You can shut up too." He snapped at his bus partner. I smacked Julius on the knee gently. He looked at me as if to say "What did I do?"
"Julius Jeremiah Furr Campbell, you would catch more flies with honey than vinegar." Whoa, there's Mama's voice comin' out of my mouth. Jules glared at me and crossed his arms, entering into his pouting phase. I turned around to "Jerry" and said
"I'm sorry about my moronic brother. He is currently goin' through a phrase known as SIS also known as Stubborn Idiot Syndrome. He forgot his medicine this morning. I'm Diana Campbell, Ana to my friends, Di, to my brother and baby sister, how ya doin'?" I stuck out my hand for him to shake it. If looks could kill, Julius would be sent up doing 10-20. "Jerry" hesitated; probably because he found out I was the sister of a colored boy. I laughed and kept my hand out.
"I don't bite, unless provoked." I said he smiled slowly and shook it.
"Gerry Bertier. Did you say you are his sister?" He asked, pointing to Julius. I smiled gently. I figured it would be hard to believe.
"Di, just SHUT UP ok?" Julius snapped at me. I felt like I had been slapped. Julius never snapped at me. NEVER! I turned around, too proud to give Julius the satisfaction of seeing me cry. I leaned against the window and started to hum a song Mom used to sing to me when bad stuff would happen.
When the dog bites
When the bee stings
When I'm feeling sad
I simply remember my favorite things
And then I don't feel so bad.
I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Sorry for waiting so long to update! I've had schoolwork to do and drama to handle. Review please! If anyone has anymore problems about my black/white twin thing, then tough. I know it's true because I have living proof. You don't like it? Don't read this story!