Dying to be the best

She's always around, I can't stand her. The worst thing, she's perfect, she does nothing wrong. It's time for her to get hers.

0Likes
0Comments
665Views
AA

2. Tryouts time

Reagan

        "Don't worry, you've gotten better," Alicia said, shoving my shoulder. "I'm still nervous, I mean, what if I bomb?" I asked. Tryouts day, the worst day yet. I wasn't trying out for varsity, I didn't want to be in varsity. Coach Jones just wanted to see our abilities. He called us individually back to test some shots, dribbles, and lay-ups. I had been practicing at home, but I didn't know if my work would pay off. "Alright, good to go," Coach said when I finished. Was that a good good, or a bad good? After everyone had tried out, Coach came back. "Alright, varsity girls," he read a long list of names. I didn't pay attention, I hadn't tried varsity. "Now, junior varsity," He spoke. I felt myself get nervous. "Leading the girls, we have Jocelyn," he started. That was a given, Jocelyn was good.  A few more girl's names were read. I expected to hear that one girl's name, Anne I think. She seemed really confident, really sure of herself. "Next leading, Reagan," What? Did he say my name? I had beaten Anne? How was that? I thought she'd surely beat me, being a sophomore. "We knew it," Alicia told me later on. "You're better than us," Katy teased. I was still happy I had been chosen as a leader, now I'd lead with Jocelyn. As we left the gym, I swung my bag over my shoulder. "I've got to get going, get started on my homework" I cried and waved good-bye to the girls. As I was walking to Dad's car, I heard someone sneeze behind me. I smiled at Anne. She smiled back and turned down a side street. 

Anne

Tryouts day. Great. Literally, I wanted tryouts. I was ready to join varsity, I had been waiting all week. Coach came with the names for varsity. Expecting to hear my name, I decided how I'd react. After the last name was read, Coach said, "Now junior varsity," What? Was that it? I hadn't made varsity? How was that, I was better than Jocelyn and Reagan, I was better than Mandy. "Leading junior varsity, Jocelyn," Coach started. Of course he chose her, again. I deserved it, I told myself. A few names were read. "Next leading, Reagan," He called. I felt the color leave my face. Reagan? That freshman? How did she beat me? This was totally unfair, he just had to give her a shot. She smiled and covered her mouth with her hand. She seemed surprised, so was I. I saw her grab her bag and leave after tryouts. A black car, hhm, a flag bumper sticker. Then, my sneeze burst me out of my thoughts. Reagan turned and saw me. She smiled and waved. I plastered a smile on my face and turned down a different road.


   Reagan 

Basketball practice lasted all week. At Friday's practice, we all had to take our shots. Anne had been joking around, cussing while she was at it. Alicia and Katy had been laughing. In the pit of my stomach I felt guilty. I didn't like Anne. She had never said anything rude to me, she just seemed a bit off. She always tried to be too nice to me, which I figured was better than her being rude. "Hey," Mandy announced, "We were thinking about having a sleepover after tomorrow's game." "All of us?" Katy asked. "Yeah," Mandy replied, "All of us basketball girls, so we can get to know each other better, especially you guys," she pointed at us, the freshman. I didn't want to go. To me, these girls didn't seem relatable, I had no desire to sleep over with them. However, Katy and Alicia both jumped right on the offer. "Reagan, are you going?" Katy asked. I felt everyone's eyes watching me and my face turned red under the spotlight. "Are you?" Anne asked. "Uh, sure, if I can," I replied dumbly. Later on, Katy and Alicia were talking to me. We had found a small tree with shade where we sat after practice.  "So, are you going or not?" Katy asked. "Yeah, I guess," I replied, irritated. "Changing the subject now," Alicia started, "When are you going to cut your hair?" "Well, that was random," I replied, "but I don't know, I'm trying to get it longer." I heard the other tree about a foot away rustle. I saw Anne walking away, pulling on her hair. Jocelyn walked over to us. "Hey, what do you guys think of Anne?" She asked. In my head I thought, "She's a weirdo! She thinks she's perfect and she's over confident. I don't like her," but I kept it bottled inside. Instead, I replied, "Well, I don't really know her so I don't know." Alicia replied, "She seems pretty cool." Well, okay then. "Well, to tell the truth, I don't really like her," Jocelyn confessed. I didn't fall for this trick. Jocelyn could easily trap us into talking bad about Anne, then go tell her what we said and have her mad at us. I was smarter than that. Nobody knew how to reply. Fortunately, Alicia changed the subject. "What should I bring for the sleep over?" She asked. "Soda, chips, anything," Jocelyn replied. "I'll bring candy" Katy chimed in. "I'll make sure to bring you something else," Katy said to me. "Yeah, sorry," I said to Jocelyn, "I'm allergic to like, everything, so I'll eat what Katy brings." "It's cool," Jocelyn smiled. 

Anne

They were sitting under a tree today, Reagan and her friends. She was talking about not wanting her hair cut. Her hair, a beautiful mane, long and pretty. I wished my hair was like that, I wish I could have brown hair, long brown hair. Her hair amazed me, I quickly snapped a photo of her on my phone before she turned. She was talking about snacks.  I walked away quickly when the girls did see me. Tugging on my own hair, I wondered why Reagan got the good hair and I didn't. Soon enough, Dad picked me up. As soon as I went home I uploaded the photo of Reagan's hair to my computer. After the picture was printed, I hung it on my mirror. "That'll just stay here, for now," I smiled at my reflection. 

Reagan

Saturday's game came. "Girls, get your jerseys!" Coach Jones called. I turned to pick my green and black jersey off the locker room benches. "Alicia, where's my jersey?" I asked. "I don't know, I just thought you had it," She replied. "I did," I exclaimed, feeling myself get nervous, "It's gone!" "Coach is going to flip!" Katy commented. Slowly I dragged myself to Coach's office. "Uh, I had my jersey, and now I can't find it," I explained. "Did you have it this morning?" Coach asked. "Yeah, up until 5 minutes ago I had it!" I felt myself blush again. "Alright, what number is your jersey?" He asked. "Number 6" I replied. "Lucky for you, I have a spare number 6 jersey!" He said, handing me a spare, old, worn out shirt. I thanked him and quickly left the office.  A light snapped in my face, but I brushed it off. I saw Anne standing, waiting to go into the office I assumed. She rolled her eyes and walked away quickly. "Hey, you got a jersey!" Katy cried, waking me out of my day dream. We headed onto the court to start the game. 

Anne

The green and black fabric wouldn't stay in my bag well enough. I tossed my bright red bag in my locker quickly and headed to see what would happen. Reagan skipped out of Coach's office right when I arrived, her brown mane flying behind her back. I was again amazed by her brown hair, so soft looking like yarn. I needed another picture, I snapped it quickly.  How did she get a jersey, hers was gone? I couldn't help being annoyed as I made sure my bag was tossed in the locker securely. I made sure I also had my overnight bag for the team sleepover. Yes, I had everything I needed as I counted the items. I had my pajamas, my scissors, my Sunday clothes, and my snacks. I was ready.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...