A/N: Don't own twilight
Bella's POV
The weather was good when we stepped out side, well as good as it could have been in Forks. The field was green and luscious. Even the soccer goals had a tinge of green on the net as if the vegetation here wanted to make it's self at home anywhere possible which it probably did.
I spotted the team's coach and the tryouters, and not that's not a word. I walked forward slowly with the Cullens in toe. I tried to slow time down by walking even slower but sadly in a few minutes I had reached the other players.
"Hello!" said the coach, he seemed too happy almost freakishly happy. I smiled politely and dipped my head with recognition to his words.
"Are you tryout?" He asked. Hello dumb ass why else would I be here!
"Yes." I said. His eyes seemed to brighten at my words. He then looked over my head at the others.
"And what about you." He asked, still freakishly happy. I could tell that Emmett had smirked even before I turned around to look at him.
"No," he said the amusement obvious on his face. "Just Bella is trying out just Bella." He said flashing a grin at me. My response was a rather harsh scowl. He still didn't believe that I could make the team. I would show him oh yes I would.
The coach told me to go by the rest of the girls while directing the others to the bleacher were they could watch from. I looked around at the other girls. The all seemed well in shape and it wouldn't had bugged me as much if I was a vampire but I wasn't at the moment.
The drills began. First we were to do four laps around the football field. I began slowly with the other girls. After the first lap I started to get tired but not because of the running but because of the speed and how slow we were going. I moved up a bit then a bit more. I looked towards the bleachers and straight into Emmett's shocked face. I grinned and began to go faster. I was done with my laps before any of them could even begin their third lap. I wasn't a vampire right now so that meant that I was using my skills and my skills alone.
"Good job!" The coach said. His name was Coach Dave.
"Thanks!" I said barley out of breath. The others were finishing their last lap now. They came in huffing and puffing. So whining about how many we had had to do while others held their sides while moaning slightly.
The only other girl that wasn't moaning besides me was a girl with bright red hair and a scowl on her face, and the scowl was for me. The hate in her eyes were also for me. She obviously expected me to back down from her evil glaring but oh how wrong she was! I glared at her too my lips pulling back over my teeth. A slow and very pronounce snarl ripped from my gut. This bitch had it coming!
If it wasn't for the coach's voice the girl would have probably try to hit me. I would have hit her back but that still didn't explain why she was acting so harshly towards me. The next drill was passing. My partner was the girl who kept glaring at me and if this wasn't bad enough her name just happened to be Marie which ironically was my middle name! I looked into her deep green eyes. She mouthed two simple words at me: You're dead.
A/N: I hoped you liked it. Today and this weekend is the only time I can upload. They can't stop me from updating and giving my story out to you! Review please!
Not Dead Yet (I chose this penname for a reason).