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A/N: Sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I'm trying to get back into the swing of things now that soccer is fully out of my system. Hope you like the chapter!

Emily's POV

Marked with a red X on my calendar was the date September 8, the day of tri-outs. They started on a Saturday and lasted for the whole weekend. Sadly, Dad had to stay at home and work so Uncle Jimmy and Uncle Rizzo were taking us. Uncle Rizzo had already gone on the Internet and booked two rooms for us to stay in.

With less than a week to go, I was a nervous wreck, literally. When I worked, I dropped plates and cups, Uncle Coxie had to buy some new plates because I ruined so many. Then during practice my performance fell below my regular par and I just plain sucked. Heck, I couldn't even pay attention in class! I got detention for the first time in, well forever. Matt got into trouble with his English teacher so he could keep me company. Dad normally gets mad at Matt for getting into trouble but would understand this time.

The room that was used as a detention hall was in the basement of the school, without windows or outside contact. When I stepped into the room I automatically became embarrassed, I'd never been down there. To be honest it was kinda scary. My presence turned many heads of surprise. I slowly walked over to the desk where Mr. Sykes sat looking at me with a shocked look.

Mr. Sykes taught science and biology at school, he is one of my favorite teachers. I suppose you could say I'm a teachers pet or goodie-goodie, whatever you want to call it. Handing him the detention form Mr. Donaldson (my geometry teacher) filled out earlier, my cheeks filled with warmth and I looked away, not able to make eye contact.

"It says here that you were day dreaming all class, Miss O'Callahan. Is this true?" I nodded and continued to look down.

"This isn't like you. What's going on? Is everything alright at home?" He pulled a chair next to him and motioned for me to take the seat, and I did. Sykes is a really cool teacher, one of the young cool ones that worries about the students.

"I'm just nervous." I whispered softly, feeling the need to be quiet in the room. He smiled; Rizzo had already told him about the tri-outs.

"Well, I'd let you go but then I'd have to let your brother go and there are too many witnesses to pull that off." He gave me a wink and a smile that I returned. "It's only an hour." I nodded and took a seat next to my brother who sent me a sly smile and handed over a piece of paper. Looking at the paper, I read the word that he had scribbled on the paper quickly. It read: I really think you're adopted. O'Callahans don't get nervous.

I wrote back: If I'm adopted then so are you. He smiled at my remark and squeezed my hand as a way of saying don't worry.

That night we had one of our very rare family dinners. Just Dad, Matt, and me. My stomach was still tied in knots and I found it very hard to hide my feelings. Matt's the twin that can lie, not me.

"You know I got a call from the school today. And you know what they said?" He spoke with a full Boston accent. I knew what was coming. Why did he have to bring it up while we ate? I was struggling to keep my food down as it was! Matt smirked because he knew that for once he wouldn't be getting into trouble.

Dad waited for a moment to see what I would say then continued. "Well, they said that I could take a pick at which twin I wanted to talk about getting detention." As soon as he finished the sentence, I burst into tears and sobbed into my napkin. Dad's reaction was priceless, in .2 seconds flat he was out of the chair, tripping over Matt's and at my side.

"Emmy! What's the matter? I'm not angry with you. Actually, I'm proud. It's about time you lived up to the family name and got into some trouble." He brushed the tears off my face and moved my body around so he was sitting on the chair cradling me like I was a baby.

"It's not that, well it is but I don't think I can do it Dad." Once I got a grip, I told him.

"Can't do what, Baby?" He spoke softly, handing me a clean tissue that Matt had gotten from the bathroom.

"Go to the tri-outs." He sighed. "I'm not good enough! What's the point in going? I know I won't make the team. Why go through the humiliation of not being picked in front of everyone?"

"Some of my best times were on the Olympic hockey team. I want you and your brother to have fun times and be kids and experience things. I won't force you to go if you don't want to but isn't it better to go, try, and not make the team then to not even attempt at all?" His soft face melted and he went on a serious note. "But I don't ever want to hear you say that you're not good enough. You are a great hockey player, and I don't want to hear anything else. And beside the point, even if you couldn't skate I would still love you. Both of you."

"Sometimes I want to strangle your brother but I still love him." Matt grinned at Dad. "And you are as clumsy as heck but I still love you. You know what extent I love you?" I shook my head no, even though I already knew. "I would love you two even if you were from Minnesota and were band dorks!" Matt and I laughed our identical laughs and Dad pulled both of us into his arms. He kissed both of us on the top of our head and then messed up Matt's hair and tickled me.

"So…what's it gonna be? Are you going?" Matt asked a second later.

"Yup."

A/N: I wanted Jack to be sensitive in this chapter. Don't worry you'll see him in angry-Dad mode too. lol Ok the next chapter will have the tri-outs and stuff in it. I just wanted to get this one up. Hopefully, I'll still have a few reviewers out there. Thanks to the ones I got! You guys rock!

Empath89: The sports stories actually happened in my class. And I was the one who ran into the wall, oh yes big pretty puke green bruise on my eyebrow…with purple if I do recall. I'm so sorry for the wait. I hope you'll still r/r!

Klinoa: I hope the detail was good enough for you. There will be plenty next chapter. Sorry for the wait please continue to r/r! Are you going to finish your story?

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