The Average Highschool Experience

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"You're still jumping like a Mexican bean? Thought you knew how to play soccer." Garrett chuckled at her jest, flashing a quick smile. "Really? Talk about cutting one of the best down to size." Garrett glanced over Mendi, smiling at her too. "Thank you..." he said, his voice somewhat hoarse from practicing just minutes before. He cleared his throat, something he did often. His lunch group grew quickly, but what happened next might have stirred things up.

The same freshman that was acting weird on the bus now came outside, and began to head towards the soccer field ( An eating area normally reserved for upperclassmen). His eyes grew wide... The audacity of not only the individual girl, but of her friends that followed. "You have got to be shitting me..." he mumbled. Her friends stopped by the goal closest to the school, but the girl he had spoken to continued walking. Her eyes locked with his, and he furrowed his brow while she smiled. She climbed up the steps of the bleachers and went on the bench behind them. Approaching Garrett, the freshman leaned in and whispered "Good luck" into Garrett's ear. To top of all her bold moves off, she kissed him on the cheek. As she walked off, he spoke more audibly;

"I hate freshmen"​
 
"Thank you..." Garrett hoarsely said, which only made Mendi giggle at his Frogitis.

"Hi guys. I see swim team already started up again, huh?" Darcy settled down to her lunch, and Mendi gave her a partial grin.

"Um, somewhat. Training year round for the school is normal, but I'm playing catch-up in diving for that Olympic thing. Taking a year off of any training really sucks..." The soreness in her shoulders proved that theory. Rolling them slightly as she sat up to take a deep breath.

Aujuli nuzzled her arm, "You'll get back into the swing of things real soon. Just takes time." She understood what her friend was going through.

When Darcy threw a question down at the shy girl drawing, her attention was drawn elsewhere within her own little world. She's been doing a lot of daydreaming lately. Aujuli didn't say anything, knowing what Mendi was thinking about. So, she turned her attention to the other conversation to give her friend a moment.

Just then, some freshman girl had marched her way through no-freshman-land and literally set a kiss on Garrett's cheek as if she actually owned him. Mendi's eyes widened at how strange the situation was, but fell into an awkward emotion that really didn't settle well with her.

"I hate freshmen", he retorted.

"Ah, ya know you were a freshman once," Mendi chimed in, hoping her chattering would wash away her previous thoughts. "... she was probably dared into doing that. There's no way any girl, let alone a freshman, would want to just step to you boldly and give you a smooch." The mischievous look on her face was natural Mendi, but everyone knew that there were certain upperclassmen that were just too hot to get their hands on. So, they ended up being the envy of the opposite sex, and typically fell into the webbings of a innocent dare or trick.

"Tell ya one thing, she's mighty brave, don't you think?" To be honest, Mendi would never be brave enough to do that, unless the guy was someone she already knew...
 
Tanya and Glenn weren't exactly late to lunch, but more late at getting their lunch. First, Tanya couldn't decide what she wanted to eat- not to mention the line, as the poor girl had the luck to be caught behind freshmen- which made Glenn have to wait for her. And then there was trouble on where to sit; Tanya wanted to sit outside, with the other upperclassmen, particularly because it was nice, but Glenn only wanted to go as far as outside.

"They're so loud," he complained quietly to Tanya.

"Glenn, we have all year to hide out, come on, please, it's the first day," Tanya begged. He gave her a look that more or less asked if she was serious, but relented, and the two walked outside, to discover what was surely a scene waiting to happen. Some freshmen were waiting by the goal post, and one had even had the audacity to climb the bleachers and apparently talk to someone- Mendi- or Lizzie? it was hard to tell at the distance- or Darcy or Garrett or Aujuli or someone.

"We might get a show if we stay here," Glenn noted.

"Or, we can get closer and get sound, too," Tanya pointed out.

"Tanya-"

"I wanna go say hi to the coach, anyways," the girl excused, and set off towards the field. With a sigh Glenn followed, keeping an eye on the students on the bleachers.

"Hey, Coach- Vincent, Penelope," Tanya greeted when they arrived. Glenn nodded towards the three, and Tanya turned to her classmates. "We just got out here, what's up with the freshman? She not notice the lack of others of her kind around? Her own pack isn't even with her," Tanya asked, and glanced between what was happening on the bleachers, and with the siblings in front of her.
 
Castor held himself reserved as he listened to his music instructor give him the final word about his chair challenge. It was one of the most irritation, humiliating moments of his musical career. Being the principle celloist for the school has been his thing since his freshman year when he challenged the senior principle and justifiably took his chair. He's sat in first chair for all of his three years so far in high school. And now...his last year to wear the crown, he's being challenged by - a freshman.

Karma is a bitch, right?

The final chair challenges are scheduled for Friday, giving Castor time to work out his selection, one that will thrill his instructor - and scare the shit out of that freshman. Regardless of his confidence, he was still frustrated. Taking his lunch tray to the soccer bleachers were his friends sat, Castor plopped down where Garrett left his tray and bag, looking up to give everyone a "What's up?", before digging into his veggie burger. He wasn't going to air out his dirty laundry, but his sister sensed how upset he was and was about to say something, but the freshman making a drive-by kissing stopped her.

"I hate freshmen."

"Ah, ya know you were a freshman once," Mendi chimed in. "... she was probably dared into doing that. There's no way any girl, let alone a freshman, would want to just step to you boldly and give you a smooch."

Castor laughed sarcastically, "That's for sure."

"Tell ya one thing, she's mighty brave, don't you think?" Mendi added, and Castor smirked.

"That's not bravery. They're just trying to climb to the top of our hard-earned pedestals, so they can have an easy year. That's not going to happen! Freshmen should work their way to the top like everyone else. Forget this - riding on senior coat tails, or boldly going where no freshman has gone before bull! I tell you one thing, their 'bravery' is going to backfire, and I'm definitely one who will be there with the smores and hotdogs!"
 
Once Vincent came back to Penelope in his soccer uniform, he handed his sack to his little sister. Soon the two were greeted by Tanya, a friend."Hey, Coach- Vincent, Penelope," she said."Hey Hi!" The siblings spoke at the same time coincidentally, with Vincent saying 'hey' and Penelope saying 'Hi!" As she grabbed Tanya for a momentary friendly hug grinning warmly.

"We just got out here, what's up with the freshman? She not notice the lack of others of her kind around? Her own pack isn't even with her," Vincent and Penelope looked over at the freshmen girls and Penelope tilted her head and furrowed her eyebrows."Well, I'm not sure what to say." She responded."Who knows? Maybe garret has a little sister too?" Reassured Vincent in a questionable tone so that they knew he was assuming clearly."Can't jump the gun and skip to conclusions just yet though, so let's see what else happens." Shrugged Vincent. Penelope looked at them suddenly, as if a light bulb appeared over her head."Oooh! Oooh! Can I just confront her? I mean I look innocent, trustworthy, and really kind. People tell me anything!" Said Penelope. Vincent looked at her with a blank expression then let out a laugh.

"You know what's funny?"he then looked at Tanya then at his sister Penelope then down, then back at her. Penelope furrowed her eyebrows again."What?" She asks.

"That freshmen kinda reminds me of you."

Penelope gasped and began punching and pushing Vincent as he kept his shoulders perked up guarding and taking some of her hits."NO!" She gasped."Yes." Vincent snickered grinning."Only, you were probably the only freshmen girl who was quickly accepted. No one found you annoying, everyone accepted you. Popular within hours." Reassured Vincent. He then looked over his shoulders at the freshmen girl saying in a loud voice.

"Besides, I smell a wannabe Penelope!" He chuckled running off to the field to practice.​
 
Darcy chewed on her sandwich thoughtfully. She was still thinking about that freshman girl, as well as probably everyone else who had seen. Darcy never would have done something like that as a freshman. No, she, Kaylie and Patrick would probably laugh at the scene and continue with their day, occasionally mocking the girls' desperate attempt to gain attention. She sighed quietly. She missed them.

Kaylie was her old best friend since the sixth grade year, and Patrick was Kaylies older brother by one year. They did everything together, from shopping to theme park trips, and they were the best of friends. But, during sophomore year, Kaylie and Patrick moved to a new state, leaving Darcy all alone. Sure, they still got together occasionally and talked on the phone every day, but it was different without them here. Almost as if a piece of her was missing.

She was snapped out of her trance when the freshman stepped up to the plate again, this time heading toward Vincent. She chuckled. Good luck with that one, she thought. There is no way Penelope would let something like that happen. "So, Garrett," she started. "When is the first real game? I'd like to come see it."
 
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[dash=red] She was trying her best in drawing the tribal art that was a request from a neighbour. It was suppose to be a pac chest tribal tattoo, but somehow, all she had been drawing was just nothing but doodles and they were out of proportion. Sighing slighlty, she took her eraser and started to erase the drawing furiously as she grumbled under her breath.

"What are you drawing?"

The words reached her ears and she looked up to see a girl that was sitting on the bleachers above her. She blushed slightly and shook her head, quickly closing the book.

"It's nothing. Just some drawing. Nothing else"

She realised the girl was distracted by some other girl that came and boldly gave the guy a peck in the cheek, her eyes going wide. Hearing their conversation, she giggled slightly.

"freshman huh. How bold. The generation today. So much has changed."

She had mumbled under her breath, hoping no one had heard her. She got lost in her thought as she listened to their conversations, giggling slightly, here and there, her ears perking up at the talk of the soccer game. She may not like soccer, but since this is a new school, she had made a decision to try and get involved as much as possible with the school's activity.[/dash]
 
Corrie sat on the bleachers, donned head to toe in school colours, down to the streaks of facepaint on her cheeks. There were times she wondered if she was, perhaps, slightly too filled with school spirit, but those thoughts were quickly dismissed when the rush of pride for her school washed over her. She was sitting at the very edge of her seat now, her hands pressed tightly between her knees to restrict their movement. She loved watching sports games, even if she never really understood what was going on. Sometimes it was just nice to be caught up in the rush of it all, she thought. It was nice to have a happy distraction.
 
====== Time Skip
======== Soccer Match
========== "First Day"
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Garrett put on his uniform in the Home side locker room. Above him, in the stands, hundreds of students and even some parents cheered and waved flags to support the team. He was the captain this year; a huge responsibility, one that he wished didn't belong to him. Other people deserved the spot, and other people actually wanted it; but not Garrett. He tied on his cleats, and when he finally looked around, he realized that he was the only one who was finished suiting up, although the others were not far behind.

Five minutes til start, and he was ready.
 
Darcy walked up to the top of the stands. She wasn't very close to the field, but that was what she got for taking so long to arrive to the game. She looked around her, and saw a sea of blue everything, for her school colors, and a small fraction of red for the opposing team. She herself had dressed up for the occasion, donning a blue tank top and a pair of blue skinny jeans. She even stopped by the party store on the way and gotten a huge blue foam finger and a shiny blue fun wig.

The stands went crazy as the team ran out onto he field and a chorus of boos could be heard as the opposing team took to the field as well. We were playing against the Melbourne Eagles, a great team that we always rivaled against. Still, there was no doubt we would win tonight.

The players took their places, and the ref blew his whistle.

The game had begun.
 
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Andrew sat on the bleachers and looked at the game. He rarely came to these, they were always loud and Andrew had no concept of the rules of soccer, but he always made the effort to come out to the first game of the year. It was when the most people came and the energy was great. He had decided not to all school colors and had instead decided to just wear his blue sweatshirt over a white t-shirt with jeans. At least he kinda looked like he was in the spirit. He leaned back and glanced around, the game had begun and the crowd was ready.
 
Alex entered from the side of the stadium where the players would be coming onto the field. Mr. Clark one of the teachers who helped make sure people weren't sneaking in approached him. He nodded and said, "Good to see you again Alex. Just remember stay out of the away and off the field when the players start coming out here."

Alex nodded and replied, "You got it."

The players weren't the only ones focused in on the game tonight. Alex was as well he was the only Senior photographer on staff, and Mrs. Becker was expecting him to live up to his nickname "Alexander the Great." Alex pulled out his camera and dashed out onto the field and quickly began snapping photos of the crowd coming in. He snapped some shots of the equipment crew going through final prep and even some of the refs. Alex did a very quick review of the memory card and said, "Good enough for the pre-game stuff."

Alex then made his way back to where the players would enter and stood off to the side. Mrs Becker walked up to him and said, "Far be it from me to tell you how to do your work, but keep an eye on Garrett tonight. It's his first game as Captain."

Alex nodded and with focus in his voice he replied, "Yes ma'am."

Mrs Becker said, "Then take up your usual position and charge the field first chance you get, and take out as many players as you can."

Alex nodded and replied, "Right take out..." It was then Alex snapped out of his focus and looked at a smiling Becker who said, "Lighten up. Stay out of the way, and do your job Alex."

Alex chuckled and said, "Yes ma'am."

Mrs. Becker gave him a wink and a smile and walked away. Alex checked his gear and then looked up as he watched Mrs. Becker walk away. He said, "If only I was 5 years older, and you weren't married. I'd be knocking down your door every night."

Alex went over to his usual out of the way position where he could get some good shots of the players taking the field, and some decent action shots.
 
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Castor was all pumped for the game - a milestone for him as a Sr. as his final year to play for his high school. Rushing out of the locker room, hearing the cheers from all their fans; it as such a rush. This is what being a part of a sport was all about - fighting hard for their team and making their school and town proud. It was exciting for him, and another grand reason to prove his skills out on the soccer field were just as sharp as his skills on the track or behind his saxophone. Everything Castor did was to strive for perfection and he wasn't too proud to not say so. The thing is he can put his money where his mouth is any day, and he knew it. Even though he is one of the best on the team, he knew there were others better. That balance of ego and humility helped him out a lot, but far too many people don't believe it until they see it. This was his last year to change their minds.

Running to his teams side, Castor reached Garrett's side and popped him on the shoulder, "You ready for this, dude? This is the start of our end - we better make it worth remembering, eh?"

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"I don't know where they said they were going to sit," Mendi carefully made her way through the crowd with her drink in one hand, her snacks in another, along with her stuffed messenger bag filled with gaming gear. Aujuli followed behind her, holding onto her share of snacks and stuff, trying her best not to trip over anyone's feet. "I'm just going to go to The Pit, cause that's where everyone usually winds up sitting. It's got the best view, and it's easier to taunt the visiting team's Spirit group."

"Oh, okay. I figured there was a better place to sit than where I use to. Freshman don't have a Pit to sit at. It's great to be a Sophomore!"

They reached The Pit finding several of their friends and classmates already there. Settling down, they made it in time to shout and wave their banners as the soccer team ran onto the field.
 
Music roared, and the announcers yelled the names of the players. Garrett was the last one on the field because of his last name, but he was more ready than any of the other players on the time; at least he thought so. The announcers voice seemed to speak louder as it echoed through the stadium

"And last, but not least, your captain; Garrett Wilson!!!" the entire crowd roared as he jogged out and took his spot on the center circle. Garrett's eyes immediately met those of his personal rival: Jimmy Cade. His entire expression showed hatred and anger, but the sound of Castor's jarred him out of his trance.

"Yeah man, let's kick some ass!" The ref blew his whistle.

Here we go.

The ball was passed to him, and almost immediately his rival jumped in front of him. Garrett again looked at him, this smiling as he used a footwork move to get around him. Jimmy was left to angrily chase after Garrett as he made his way to the opposing goal. Both defenders blocked his path, and in a split decision he passed the ball perfectly to Castor, who was in great position for a goal by now. If he was chosen to be the captain, he ought to play like one.
 
Castor ran hard and fast; keeping up with Garrett wasn't easy, especially with three opposing players attempting to keep you as far away from your captain as possible. He did maneuver quick enough to confuse the three, causing them to trip over each other, and just in time too. Garrett, fighting off Jimmy, saw a chance and passed the ball to him - just when his eyes saw a pocket open up before the right corner of the goal post. The goalie was still watching Garrett and Jimmy running down the center - thinking that he would pass it back to Garrett.

"Not a chance!"

Far too many teams assume the worse - that Garrett was the only person capable of goaling. They tend to forget that Castor was just a sharp. Before anyone else realized that he wasn't going to pass, Castor kicked the ball into a bend for the opposite corner, forcing the goalie to throw himself across the goal to attempt to save face. But, of course, he was mistaken about the direction the ball would go. The ball bent around the goalie's extended hands and landed easily into the net.

The crowd cheered, The Pit yelled, and all were on their feet. Castor shouted and jumped, running down the field with his arms extended up in victory for the night's first score - which only proved to the other team that their night was going to be a nightmare.

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"YEA CASTOR!!! WHHHOOOOOHHHH!!!" Aujuli cheered and waved her pompoms for her brother. Mendi shouted loud for Castor and Garrett for setting up such a sweet play.

"I can't believe they've pulled off a win in the start of the game. That's just totally insain!
 
Alex was focused in on Garett who was playing with a purpose and a focus. He was showing he was more than worthy of the Captaincy, but Castor was also playing with a purpose as well. The whole team was just in sync with each other the other team just looked overmatch.

The shot of Castor's goal was the money shot for Alex so far. He got a shot of the ball just as it began it's bend and Alex was smiling and saying, "Oh yeah darlin'! Alexander the Great is about to strike again! Ha Ha!" Alex was loving not only his work so far tonight, but if the team won a game the Coach was usually very personable to work with in terms of granting Alex access for exclusive photos. The fact that the Coach was a fraternity brother of Alex's father didn't hurt either. Alex knew early on that being a success as photojournalist was not only talent, but connections as well. Alex was not above using the ones at his disposal.

As Alex began to take more pictures he managed to get one of Mrs. Becker in the crowd laughing and smiling. Alex opened up a file on his camera that was password protected and transferred the picture into it. There were certain candid shots that Alex had gotten over the years that meant something to him and so he saved them. The fact that over three-fourths of them were of Celia Becker was not the point.

Alex went back to focusing in on the game and was loving every minute of it. Seeing the crowd in a frenzy and having fun meant that they would be too busy to notice Alex taking pictures. That was the secret to Alex's success; being able to do his job unnoticed. That and the fact that he didn't want to disappoint Mrs. Becker was paramount to him.
 
Andrew clapped along with everyone else for the score. The game had barely begun and already we were leading. Andrew glanced around the pit and saw that everyone was really happy and excited. Garret and Castor were great soccer players and they really were the ones that lead the team to victory. But Castor was a senior which meant he would be leaving next year and even with Garret still here, the team would be completely different. Andrew shrugged off the thought and cheered for the team.
 
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After a brief period of celebration, the Raiders were back at it. Now the opposing team had the ball, and they were not to be underestimated. The center-midfielder passed the ball to Jimmy, who began to dribble the ball to the Melbourne goal. Garrett immediately read the play; Jimmy was going to take it all the way by himself and try to make himself look good.

"Yeah right."

Garrett began to sprint at Jimmy from the side, preparing for a slide tackle. When he executed, it was almost perfect. Almost.

Jimmy jumped over Garrett's slide; what a move. That was something you only saw on TV. As soon as he touched the ground a laser shot was put in the back of the net, and the score evened out again. Garrett slammed his fist on the ground and stood up. He was just made a fool by the biggest asshole in the entire area. They went back to the center circle to start up play again. This time, Melbourne started with the ball.

Again the ball was passed to him, but he had no intentions of passing this time. Everyone on the field knew this next play would be between Garrett and Jimmy. Everyone besides the two freshman soccer players who had somehow made it on the field and were now rushing him to prove their dominance. Garrett backpedaled and moved the ball between his feet, and then kicked it passed them when he felt confident that they lost track of the ball. Time to score. He ran to the corner, a place that he consistently made goals from, and the only thing standing in his way was Jimmy, who wasn't all that good at defense. He used a move that was a common sight when he played, and shot a long goal, hitting the bottom left corner of the net. He wouldn't have made that long of a shot from anywhere else on the field.
 
Corrie, who had been watching the game intently, cheered at the top of her lungs as soon as Garrett scored. It was true she didn't exactly understand everything about the game- she never had been a sports person, really -but she did know enough to follow that the goal was fairly impressive. So she found herself cheering for a boy she didn't know too well, in amongst a group of people she didn't know for a game she didn't really understand. Some people would find it lonely, she knew, and she probably would have too if she didn't spend so much time trying to make people like her that this was a normal occurrence. She was happy in ignorance either way, though some actual company would be nice.
 
Alex has snapped picture after picture he was on such a role. Action shots, static shots, crowd shots, and yes the obligatory picture of Mrs. Becker for himself. Alex was looking for her when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see Mrs. Becker standing right behind him and she said, "Let's see 'em Alex."

Alex handed his camera over to her and she began to scroll through them. Mrs. Becker handed the camera back and said, "Okay you got enough for now. Go enjoy the game get about 6-10 more before the end of the game and about 3-5 post game. In other words Alex go enjoy yourself for a little while. These look fine and besides you're a Senior you should enjoy yourself. This year ain't gonna last forever."

Alex nodded and said, "Yes Mrs. B. Thanks."

She smiled as she began to walk away. Alex allowed himself one quick look and said, "Not a lot of things I'll miss next year, but you're definitely on the list Celia."

Alex made his way into the stands and was looking for a place to sit ad maybe get a shot or two. He saw a seat next to Corrie Connors. She was in P-E with Alex and Lit-Comp last year. He thought she was a sweet girl and really easy to get along with, but in this setting she looked very out of place. Alex hated seeing someone as nice as her trying to look like she was having fun, but that something was wrong.

Alex sat next to her and said, "Hey Corrie. How's it going? You look like you could use some company, and I could use a break from taking so many pictures."
 
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