TOMBOY
It was going to rain. Looking at the dark gray clouds
hurrying to cover the every-once-in-a-while sun, lights of
excitement danced in Serena's eyes. This was going to be a
great game.
Tucking her faded blue button up shirt in her flayed
jean shorts, she walked with an arrogant stride, her chin
held high. She would win, show all of them who was boss. She
reached up to make sure all of her hair was securely tucked
in her washed out baseball cap.
Reaching the edge of the dark field of Juuban Park,
she stopped once and looked back, weighing the outcome on her
shoulders. She could go home. It was what one would expect
from a girl. But not Serena. She would fight to the end.
And with that thought, Serena ran toward the field.
"Wait!!!" she yelled, not at all out of breath, not a
quiver in her high pitched voice. She looked over them, an
I-know-I'm-better-than-you look masking her face. "You didn't
expect me not to play because of a little rain did ya?" she
asked, grinning confidently.
Groans sounded from the crowd of teenagers huddled in
the field. They all knew she was going to show up. No way
Serena would miss a game like this.
"Alright, you're on Darien's team as usual," said
Ken, pointing a finger toward the left side of the field. He
looked back at Serena, his eyes serious and searching. "No
tricky stuff this time Serena,"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't
do," she said as she strutted toward her team. Her face full
of determination and smugness, she ran to her group who had
already started the huddle. She eyed her teammates with a
look that meant mischief and sometimes trouble, a brilliant
smile on her face. "Let's play ball!"
Ken strode away to his own team, muttering to
himself. Serena would do just that, and more. Anything he do
his foot!
Damn it, thought Lita as she searched the bleachers
for her raincoat. It was going to rain. And those crazy fools
were playing football in the rain like monkeys.
As she looked over the crowd, Lita Charleston smiled to
herself watching the guys and the infamous blond play
football. Serena was a tough one, tough as bricks. She was
always doing everything with the guys, acting like guys, and
if she ever came to school in a skirt, it was a definite fact
that the whole male population would faint or have a heart
attack.
Some people were just born with the wrong genes. And
that was precisely the case when it came to Serena Tsukino.
With her blue eyes, the only noticeable female feature, she
looked like her sex was just a mistake or a joke that god had
played on the world.
It was strange that Serena hadn't outgrown her tomboy
stage. Lita had been there, done that, and moved on a long
time ago and it amused her endlessly to see a 16 year old
girl still a tomboy. But, Lita thought to herself, maybe she
was biased.
Lita's attention reared back to field as she heard a
heartfelt yowl and several groans coming from the field.
Curious, she shaded her eyes so she could see better.
"Serena, you can't do that, it's against the rules,"
came the voice of Greg.
He was standing there looking at Andrew who was
moaning on the ground. She saw Serena with a lost innocent
look on her face.
"But, he was in my way and I had the football. I was
running really fast and-" she paused for a dramatic effect,
"my foot just hit him in the balls-"
"Serena, you know exactly what you did," Darien cut
in, holding back his own smile, "No more tricky stuff
meatball head. Let's play on,"
Then, hardly sparing Andrew a glance as he walked back to his
station on the field, he said "Andrew, on your feet, Serena's
done worse before."
Lita turned back to the bleachers, continuing her
search. That was Serena all right. She was admirable, even if
she was a man at heart. A woman was a woman and that was all
there was to it. Even if they didn't want to acknowledge the
fact themselves.
Finding her coat, Lita muttered "aha!" and picked up her
drink. She sighed as she took a sip from her orange juice.
She looked back at the field where Serena threw a long pass
toward Chad. Wouldn't it be strange, she thought as she
savored the wonderful taste of the drink, if Serena actually
wanted to be a woman? Oh how the world would be turned
around.
It was going to rain. Looking at the dark gray clouds
hurrying to cover the every-once-in-a-while sun, lights of
excitement danced in Serena's eyes. This was going to be a
great game.
Tucking her faded blue button up shirt in her flayed
jean shorts, she walked with an arrogant stride, her chin
held high. She would win, show all of them who was boss. She
reached up to make sure all of her hair was securely tucked
in her washed out baseball cap.
Reaching the edge of the dark field of Juuban Park,
she stopped once and looked back, weighing the outcome on her
shoulders. She could go home. It was what one would expect
from a girl. But not Serena. She would fight to the end.
And with that thought, Serena ran toward the field.
"Wait!!!" she yelled, not at all out of breath, not a
quiver in her high pitched voice. She looked over them, an
I-know-I'm-better-than-you look masking her face. "You didn't
expect me not to play because of a little rain did ya?" she
asked, grinning confidently.
Groans sounded from the crowd of teenagers huddled in
the field. They all knew she was going to show up. No way
Serena would miss a game like this.
"Alright, you're on Darien's team as usual," said
Ken, pointing a finger toward the left side of the field. He
looked back at Serena, his eyes serious and searching. "No
tricky stuff this time Serena,"
"Don't worry, I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't
do," she said as she strutted toward her team. Her face full
of determination and smugness, she ran to her group who had
already started the huddle. She eyed her teammates with a
look that meant mischief and sometimes trouble, a brilliant
smile on her face. "Let's play ball!"
Ken strode away to his own team, muttering to
himself. Serena would do just that, and more. Anything he do
his foot!
Damn it, thought Lita as she searched the bleachers
for her raincoat. It was going to rain. And those crazy fools
were playing football in the rain like monkeys.
As she looked over the crowd, Lita Charleston smiled to
herself watching the guys and the infamous blond play
football. Serena was a tough one, tough as bricks. She was
always doing everything with the guys, acting like guys, and
if she ever came to school in a skirt, it was a definite fact
that the whole male population would faint or have a heart
attack.
Some people were just born with the wrong genes. And
that was precisely the case when it came to Serena Tsukino.
With her blue eyes, the only noticeable female feature, she
looked like her sex was just a mistake or a joke that god had
played on the world.
It was strange that Serena hadn't outgrown her tomboy
stage. Lita had been there, done that, and moved on a long
time ago and it amused her endlessly to see a 16 year old
girl still a tomboy. But, Lita thought to herself, maybe she
was biased.
Lita's attention reared back to field as she heard a
heartfelt yowl and several groans coming from the field.
Curious, she shaded her eyes so she could see better.
"Serena, you can't do that, it's against the rules,"
came the voice of Greg.
He was standing there looking at Andrew who was
moaning on the ground. She saw Serena with a lost innocent
look on her face.
"But, he was in my way and I had the football. I was
running really fast and-" she paused for a dramatic effect,
"my foot just hit him in the balls-"
"Serena, you know exactly what you did," Darien cut
in, holding back his own smile, "No more tricky stuff
meatball head. Let's play on,"
Then, hardly sparing Andrew a glance as he walked back to his
station on the field, he said "Andrew, on your feet, Serena's
done worse before."
Lita turned back to the bleachers, continuing her
search. That was Serena all right. She was admirable, even if
she was a man at heart. A woman was a woman and that was all
there was to it. Even if they didn't want to acknowledge the
fact themselves.
Finding her coat, Lita muttered "aha!" and picked up her
drink. She sighed as she took a sip from her orange juice.
She looked back at the field where Serena threw a long pass
toward Chad. Wouldn't it be strange, she thought as she
savored the wonderful taste of the drink, if Serena actually
wanted to be a woman? Oh how the world would be turned
around.