Chapter 1- Swingin' Baby!
English…is…so…boring. I mean honestly I speak the language, is that not enough? Well apparently not, because I'm failing. The teacher was saying something about verbs…they have to agree, why? Staring at the clock wasn't making it move much faster either.
"Nike!" darn it. I looked up.
"Sorry, I was just…" the bell rang. The fates are on my side today, "And now I'm leaving" I replied happily, grabbing all of my crappola and running out of the door. I hurriedly grabbed my keys and made for my Jeep, I had volleyball practice. Yeah, I know right? I'm an athlete and I'm named after a shoe; no. Nike is a Greek name; my dad gave it to me, before he died. But anyway, I sped down the highway mud flying everywhere. Up the avenue I flew and pulled into the drive way. Quickly locking the door, I ran into the house and threw my keys on the table; no one was home as usual. I ran into my room and yanked off my Levis and pulled on my black spandex shorts and my favorite volleyball tee, "we bust our so we can kick yours" oh yeah. Running back out the door, I sped back into the jeep, that poor car it gets so much mileage, and sped off to volleyball. Pulling into an empty parking spot I ran into the gym. My coach was waiting.
"Hello Nike" she said smiling, she does love me.
"'Ello" I replied grabbing a ball, "what are we doing?"
"Scrimmage" she answered. Sweet! She pointed to a side and I ran over.
"Oh yeah, we're gonna bring it!" I yelled. I'm like captain cheer. I pointed to my outside hitter, "oh yeah, you're swinging!" she smiled. The game started and the libero gave me a good pass, I set a beautiful outside, and my swinging hitter dominated. Killer. "Oh yes!" I shrieked slapping her hand. The game went on we ended up winning. After my thank you speech the coach dismissed us and I grabbed my keys…again. This time I drove a tad more conservatively. I pulled into the driveway and pulled my lazy butt back into the house. I collapsed onto the couch…suddenly the name LAZY BOY suddenly had an entire new meaning. I heard something in the kitchen…wait mom was working the late shift, who the hell was that! I cautiously walked into the kitchen to find the person I most least expected.
"Hello Nike" a calm voice said; Albus Dumbledore.
