The Olympic Brother--"COle's got Legal Skills"
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Kristin trudged to where her group sat around, making plans. Kat looked at her with concern. "Where were you?" she asked. "A trial...With my dad," she said bitterly.
Kat looked at her sympathetically and was about the speak when Jason interupted, "What? Did ya get caught blowing him?" he exclaimed, laughing at himself. At first Kristin was just going to walk away but she got so angry at everything with her dad that she pounced on him, making him fall from the bench to the ground.
"BITCH!" she screamed as she grabbed his shirt collar and slammed her head against the hard ground. Jason just looked at her with surprised eyes but then (struggled) to fight back.
COle walked up and saw a small figure on Jason and knew immidiately who it was. "Damnit, Kristin!" he exclaimed and pulled her off of him.
Kat took over. "You two are so lucky I just don't go tell Peter what just happened! Jason, that is NOT something to play with, you hear me? If that's what did happened, which it's not, then if I were Kristin, I would probably kill you. Lucky for you, she's about 1/2 your size.
"And YOU, Kristin, are you nuts?! You think once the police and lawyers see your record for fighting here that they're going to think your dad was horrible, you're WRONG. A kid was here, before even Scott or Shel got here, and his dad beat the hell out of him, and he got into so many fights that by the time the trial for his parents came, the judge already was convicting his parents not-guilty. Is that what you want to happen?" Kat yelled at them both. "No." Kristin said quietly.
"NOW, we have got this thing to plan, and like it or not Jason, it's going to be fun without you picking on anyone."
Cole walked up again. "What event are you on now?" Kat sighed and returned to normal again. Kristin felt relieved to. It was funny when Kat was yelling at the others for fighting, but she realized that when someone like Kat started yelling that it was really serious. "The soccer. Kristin, no offence, would probably get trampled, and the others admitted that they can't even handle the ball. I can't, either."
She looked hopefully at Cole. When he realized what she was doing he shook his head. "Uh-uh. No way. I haven't played soccer in forever, it's all in my past. I don't want to start again."
"Come on, COle!" Kristin tried to coax him. "No!" he whined, but he was giving in, and they knew it.
**Five minutes later**
"Okay, and you don't pick it up with your hands-" He started but Kristin interupted. "We're not that slow, Cole." she snapped. "SOME of us are." Jason said, smirking as he pointed his elbow at Kristin. "JASON!" Kat warned. "Jason!" he mocked her but shut up.
"Okay then. To dribble it-" he started but Jason interupted and for once was serious. "I thought we couldn't pick it up with our hands?"
"You can't, but this dribble is on the ground. You kick it lightly to and fro, right to left, etc. If you kick it hard, it will lose the path and if you're in a game most likely be stolen. Got that so far?" Cole looked around at the (for the most part) eager faces that nodded.
He went on to explain it. Then he told everyone to do their best, to tell Kat which would do the best in the event. Quint did hte best, and Cole could tell that he had done it before. "How come you didn't tell anyone?" Cole asked. Quint shrugged. "i don't know...I guess I just thought I wasn't very good."
"No offense, but you're not AWESOME, but your footwork is definately greater than a lot of people's." Cole said. Quint nodded. "Thanks. I think."
"I think Quint should be in the soccer event indefinately."
They all nodded in agreement except Jason, who scowled.
**For my next story, I'm going to finish up "Denial". This story is gonna be ending soon. Not REAL soon like 2-3 chapters, but within the next few weeks. Denial is gonna eb the same except w/o the Kristin part and I might take out the Jules part, I'm not sure yet.**
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Kristin trudged to where her group sat around, making plans. Kat looked at her with concern. "Where were you?" she asked. "A trial...With my dad," she said bitterly.
Kat looked at her sympathetically and was about the speak when Jason interupted, "What? Did ya get caught blowing him?" he exclaimed, laughing at himself. At first Kristin was just going to walk away but she got so angry at everything with her dad that she pounced on him, making him fall from the bench to the ground.
"BITCH!" she screamed as she grabbed his shirt collar and slammed her head against the hard ground. Jason just looked at her with surprised eyes but then (struggled) to fight back.
COle walked up and saw a small figure on Jason and knew immidiately who it was. "Damnit, Kristin!" he exclaimed and pulled her off of him.
Kat took over. "You two are so lucky I just don't go tell Peter what just happened! Jason, that is NOT something to play with, you hear me? If that's what did happened, which it's not, then if I were Kristin, I would probably kill you. Lucky for you, she's about 1/2 your size.
"And YOU, Kristin, are you nuts?! You think once the police and lawyers see your record for fighting here that they're going to think your dad was horrible, you're WRONG. A kid was here, before even Scott or Shel got here, and his dad beat the hell out of him, and he got into so many fights that by the time the trial for his parents came, the judge already was convicting his parents not-guilty. Is that what you want to happen?" Kat yelled at them both. "No." Kristin said quietly.
"NOW, we have got this thing to plan, and like it or not Jason, it's going to be fun without you picking on anyone."
Cole walked up again. "What event are you on now?" Kat sighed and returned to normal again. Kristin felt relieved to. It was funny when Kat was yelling at the others for fighting, but she realized that when someone like Kat started yelling that it was really serious. "The soccer. Kristin, no offence, would probably get trampled, and the others admitted that they can't even handle the ball. I can't, either."
She looked hopefully at Cole. When he realized what she was doing he shook his head. "Uh-uh. No way. I haven't played soccer in forever, it's all in my past. I don't want to start again."
"Come on, COle!" Kristin tried to coax him. "No!" he whined, but he was giving in, and they knew it.
**Five minutes later**
"Okay, and you don't pick it up with your hands-" He started but Kristin interupted. "We're not that slow, Cole." she snapped. "SOME of us are." Jason said, smirking as he pointed his elbow at Kristin. "JASON!" Kat warned. "Jason!" he mocked her but shut up.
"Okay then. To dribble it-" he started but Jason interupted and for once was serious. "I thought we couldn't pick it up with our hands?"
"You can't, but this dribble is on the ground. You kick it lightly to and fro, right to left, etc. If you kick it hard, it will lose the path and if you're in a game most likely be stolen. Got that so far?" Cole looked around at the (for the most part) eager faces that nodded.
He went on to explain it. Then he told everyone to do their best, to tell Kat which would do the best in the event. Quint did hte best, and Cole could tell that he had done it before. "How come you didn't tell anyone?" Cole asked. Quint shrugged. "i don't know...I guess I just thought I wasn't very good."
"No offense, but you're not AWESOME, but your footwork is definately greater than a lot of people's." Cole said. Quint nodded. "Thanks. I think."
"I think Quint should be in the soccer event indefinately."
They all nodded in agreement except Jason, who scowled.
**For my next story, I'm going to finish up "Denial". This story is gonna be ending soon. Not REAL soon like 2-3 chapters, but within the next few weeks. Denial is gonna eb the same except w/o the Kristin part and I might take out the Jules part, I'm not sure yet.**