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Post by Janie Gordon on Nov 2, 2010 12:40:54 GMT -5
Janie was fuming. She had had yet another argument with her father and stepmum. She hated going to these stupid high society balls. It was bad enough back in England, atleast there she had had her best friend to keep her company. Here though she hadn't even made any friends at school never mind the high society snobs over here. And she could bet her life her stepmum would make her wear some frilly pink atrocity that she liked to put her in.
Luckily she didn't have any classes so she grabbed her football, although over here they called it soccer, and went out onto the fields. Dressed in black jogging bottoms, trainers, white camisole, black sweater jacket, half unzipped, and her hair tied up in a loose ponytail she was doin some kick-ups. Counting along as she went as she tried to outdo her best of 95 keep me ups. 23,24,25...
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Post by Zachary W. Heinz on Nov 2, 2010 16:31:48 GMT -5
..Inhale...Exhale...Inhale...Exhale...
The individual who was running at a steady pace around the track also managed to keep his breathing even as each step pushed him further and further down the track, but closer and closer to his goal. A smile was plastered across his face as he thundered down the last straight stretch of his 2 mile run. Eight laps completed in twelve minutes. A personal best. The boy, well, technically the young man, was Zachary Heinz, finishing up his personal routine for the day. His breathing was still controlled but a lot less light as he he walked towards his water bottle and keys that were left on the side of the track. He picked up the bottle and downed about half of it in one gulp, thankful for the hydration. He ran his fingers through his hair and could feel the perspiration sitting on the back of his neck. The result of his strenuous efforts to stay in shape.
Zach frowned as he realized how much he had actually sweat during his run. Even though it was a brisk fall afternoon, he had still managed to perspire as though he had been running through the middle of the desert. Sure, he still smelled great, that was the power of deodorant, he was just... damp. The cool breeze that whipped through ever so often was a relief to the Senior, and Zach reveled in every moment he could get. Zach spent a few more seconds letting the breeze air dry his damp, black, Under Armour top and then slipped his keys into his pocket. His olive-y eyes glanced up at the school and decided his next destination was the locker room where he could wash the sweat off his body. He began walking up the slight incline and passed several of the fields used for various recreational activities.
He walked right by two freshman boys tossing a Frisbee back and forth, openly discussing their prime choices for their homecoming dates. At the mention of this conversation Zach frowned. He knew that as Soccer captain, and nominee for homecoming king, he needed to find a date, but for some reason he couldn't set his eyes on the right girl. Normally he waited until some giggling girl sheepishly and bashfully asked him, and 99% of the time, he would say yes. But this year, this year needed to be different, because it was his final year at the Academy, and this homecoming game and dance, would be his last. As his thoughts dissolved away, he realized he was walking through the soccer field, and noticed a lone figure juggling a soccer ball. At first, he thought it may be one of his teammates, but when he looked closer he realized the figure was feminine in nature, and that along with the ponytail led Zach to believe it was a girl. He changed his course slightly so he would pass closer to the female soccer player, and realized it was a girl he had seen before. Jonie? Or maybe Janie? Something like that. But he knew she was a fullback for the women's team, a junior... A sly smile appeared across his face. He couldn't resist the urge. Slowly he headed towards her, making sure she didn't see him.
One... two... three... He thought to himself as he was almost within arms reach. As soon as he was that close, he said nonchalantly. "Getting in some extra practice?" [/color] He had half a grin on his face, for he knew that for most people, this interruption and simple comment would throw off their concentration. He just meant to startle her, and see if she was capable of continuing her juggling. He had heard she was good, and was curious to see if the rumors were true. Plus, he had nothing else to do for the next hour or so. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Janie Gordon on Nov 2, 2010 17:02:11 GMT -5
78,79,80...
Janie could feel sweat perspiring on her forehead and trickling down her back by now. When she had started she had just needed to take her mind off of thing. Kicking a ball had always seemed to work for her. She had been getting closer and closer to defeating her score at keep me ups but then her argument kept poppin back into her mind, putting her off of her concentration.
Before long though, she was on her game, getting closer and closer to reaching her goal. Her mood had lifted and she was just happy to be by herself in body and mind. SHe was just far away enough from others to not hear their thoughts. She also loved the fact that when she was concentrating so much on something else, like kicking a ball, their was silence, apart from her own counting in her head that is.
90,91,92...
"Getting in some extra practice?"
Janie nearly lost it. The ball didn't fall where it was meant to but, luckily, she just managed to reach it.
"Extra practise? Nah. I don't need it thanks. 95, 96, 97, Yes!" Janie had the biggest grin on her face. It felt good. It felt like she hadn't smiled that big since, well, a long time.
Catching the ball in her hand, she rested it on her hip and wiped her moist forehead with her other arm. Then she took stock to who it was who tried to distract her. Again she smiled. It was the captain of the boy's soccer team. She had never met or spoken to him but naturally she knew who he was. She made it upon herself that she knew all the players, male and female. She had seen him play too. She was not surprised that he was the captain.
"Captain of the soccer team right?" She didn't want to let on she knew who he was. She knew how much attention he got from the girls. Afterall, he was quite a catch. Janie was no way going to be one of the giggling gaggle of girls that follow any decent looking guy like puppy dogs.
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Post by Zachary W. Heinz on Nov 3, 2010 20:00:47 GMT -5
Zachary couldn't hold back the surprised and impressed smile after he had spoken so abruptly, yet the girl had still managed to continue on with her juggling. The way she had caught it had seemed awkward and unintentional, but she had kept it bouncing. Impressive. This girl appeared to work well under pressure and apparently also under circumstances involving a random guy talking to you while you are ever so concentrated. He was surprised when her heard her speak.
"Extra practise? Nah. I don't need it thanks. 95, 96, 97, Yes!"
No, it wasn't the fact that she was counting out loud after she spoke to him, nor was it the fact that she actually talked. It was the way she spoke...she was British. He had known that she was new to the school, but he hadn't known she wasn't even from this country. He mentally shook the realization away. It would be rude of him to just stare as she stood there. He noticed a smile on her face as she caught the ball in her hand. She must of been counting her number of juggles or something like that.
Zach ran his fingers through his blonde locks once more as he noticed the girl smile with what seemed like recognition. This wasn't too surprising... Soccer was the biggest sport here at school, and he was the captain and star goalie. He face had been splashed across the sports pages of the school and local newspapers more than once. He didn't let this get to his head, pictures were pictures, and he knew that as soon as he graduated all this 'glory' would be forgotten, and he would start anew.
Zachary found himself nodding as the female soccer player asked a question she apparently already knew the answer to. He felt a smile playing upon the corners of his lips as she made the assumption. "Yes.. But my friends call me Zach, it's less of a mouthful." He extended one of his long arms towards his new acquaintance as he spoke. "I'm guessing you're the newest addition to the women's team?" [/color] The smile turned into the goofy grin that always seemed to make it's way across his face at one point or another. He was always in a great mood after running. "Did you beat a personal record or something?" He added while motioning to the soccer ball resting against her side, in reference to her juggling he had interrupted. [/size][/center] |
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Post by Janie Gordon on Nov 5, 2010 13:36:23 GMT -5
Janie noticed that Zach, as he said his name was, was taken aback about something. She wasn't sure why and felt quite self-conscious about it. What was the matter? Did she have something on her face or something?
"I'm guessing you're the newest addition to the women's team?"
She found it interesting that he had assumed that she was in the football team just because she had been kicking a ball around. He had assumed right ofcourse but the assumption still made her smile. Didn't girls just kick balls around out here? His goofy grin caught her attention too, she was a bit of a sucker for goofy grins, though she tried not to show it.
"Yeah, I'm left wing defence," she answered. "Sorry, I mean fullback or whatever they call it over here." she added, trying but failing to hide the resentment of having to leave her mother country in her voice.
"Did you beat a personal record or something?" Zach had then asked.
She couldn't help but show her pride of that fact in her beaming smile.
"You could say that, yeah."
Janie wasn't used to speaking to guys, not guys like him anyway. Back home they were all stuffy and prim and proper, everything so formal and rehearsed. So much so that she found herself stuck as to what else to say. She was enjoying the fact that here, now, she was actually having her first proper conversation with a fellow student, a guy student at that and nothing. Usually she would have a little help by her powers. Being able to know what people were thinking about she could usually turn it into a conversation but nothing, at the moment, seemed to be coming through. So she just, well, stood there.
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