Erase the Past with the Future

Chapter 2

Reveille rang at 7:30 the next morning. Emma got dressed in blue tie-dye Soffe shorts and an oversized sweatshirt with a white cami under it. After she put on her make up and Leigh was ready she slipped on her Polo flip-flops and they went to the next room to get Blair and Carlyn. They were ready so they all went to breakfast together. When they got to the dining hall it was almost completely full, but they found the table where Shawn, Zack, Ryan and Kevin were sitting and sat there. The food was on the tables and the students were allowed to serve themselves. Emma, Leigh and Carlyn all piled their plates high, but Blair only took a little.

After breakfast everyone went back to their dorms. Girls' soccer practice was in thirty minutes but they wanted to be there early to warm up.

When Emma, Leigh, Carlyn and Blair got to the field, only the Emma was there.

"Hey, Emma," Emma called out. "Mind if we warm up?"

"Not at all," she replied. "But please, call me Irene."

The girls practices penalty and corner kicks, but that was about it, because the other girls trying out came.

"Okay, girls," Irene called out. "Gather round. Now, all you girls look very talented, but I'm sure that there are more than twenty-four of you trying out, and that's all I need. So, let's start these try-outs. Play your hardest and good luck to everyone. We're to start the try-outs with a scrimmage, so that I can see how you play in a game. On one team we have:

Melissa

Arielle

Emma

Kristen

Blair

Stacey

Jayme

Carlyn

Amanda

Isabelle

Rebecca

Katrina

Julia

Rachel

Leigh

Laura

Sarah

And Gabrielle

And on the other team we have:

Jenna

Michelle

Karen

Carly

Katie

Catherine

Amy

Morgan

Erin

Lia

Olivia

Sophie

Stephanie

Alexandra

Marissa

Nikki

Monica

And Julie

I know there are 18 people on each team, way more than there would be in a game, but set yourselves up and use all your players. Just play in the position that you're most comfortable in."

Emma, Leigh, Carlyn and Carlyn were all on the same team. Emma played center forward, Carlyn played center midfield, Leigh played right defense, and Blair played stopper.

Irene came over to Emma and gave her green pinnis and told her to hand them out to her team.

So after that the game started, and basically the green team kicked the colored team's butt. They won, five to two, with Emma scoring two of the goals, Carlyn scoring one, the right forward scoring one, and the left midfield scoring one.

At the end of the scrimmage they ran some drills, even though it was pretty clear who had made the team and who hadn't. Irene told them the list would be up in the morning.

Emma, Leigh, Carlyn and Blair went back to their dorms to change. They agreed to meet in the common room when they were ready. Emma was the last one ready. She held up a piece of paper. "Shawn says we should meet him and they guys in their dorm."

"Okay, let's go," Carlyn said.

"Oh, oops! I just realized I left my sweatshirt down at the field," Emma exclaimed. "I'm gonna go get it. Tell the guys where I am."

"'Kay," Leigh said.

Emma walked down to the field and picked up her sweatshirt when she noticed a guy across the field, near the staff building watching her. She walked over. He didn't say anything. "So," she said, attempting to start a conversation. "I'm Emma." He nodded. Then said, said, in a half-interested voice, "interesting name."

"Yeah," Emma said, smiling a little. "My mom was on painkillers when she had me. She named me after the first thing she saw—her Emma purse."

"Cool," he said in that same voice.

"And you are…" Emma said, prompting him.

"Dylan."

"Cool," Emma said, trying to seem ass nonchalant as he had when he said it.

"Yeah." Somehow Dylan pulled it off better than Emma.

"I gotta go. I'll see you around?"

"Bye."

Emma walked back across the field and suddenly realized how cold it was. She was about to out her sweatshirt on when Dylan called out.

"You left your sweatshirt."

"Oh, oops." She turned around. Dylan was walking towards her with the sweatshirt. She took a good look at him since they were in the bright light of the field. "How old are you?" she asked.

"Eighteen."

"What about college?"

"Not going."

"Why?"

"Don't want to."

"So…"

"You should leave."

"But—"

"You like that guy."

"Who?"

"Shawn."

"I should leave."

Dylan nodded and Emma turned around and walked away, holding her heart locket that she never took off.