★FANFICTION★ I read a book called playing with the boys and it's a really good book and I guess I'm going to be writing a playing with the girls novel! Hope you enjoy the first chapter! As always, enjoy your day, and see you later! I ❤ u 3000! ★Extra★ This is actually the first story I have started to write that HASN'T been written down in a doc or a paper. Which is surprisingly good. I usually get my ideas from real life events, but for now, I just wanted to focus on fanfiction. I work better at making things up then having to write something that has happened in real life. I don't like writing stories like that because you would have to rewrite something that has happened. You also have to be explicit, which means you can't change any details because it's HISTORY. History can't be changed, even for the sake of entertainment.
❤ ★Chapter 1★ ❤ Sam looks at the lists of names, heart beating in his broad chest, eyes frantically scanning the list. But nowhere was the name Sam Hemsworth. His face turned to confusion and all his excitement slowly melted away. His friend, Adam, came up from behind and put a firm hand on Sam's shoulder. "Man," he grumbled. "This isn't fair that they didn't accept you on the football team." Sam forced a smile onto his lips and turned to Adam, blinking rapidly. "No sweat, man," he managed. "Maybe next year." Adam beamed. "Yeah, next year! Way to keep your spirits high even when you're low, Sam! Oh shoot, almost time for class. See you!" Adam waved over his shoulder and raced toward the drama door. Sam gave a weak wave in return and rushed to the bathroom. His chest felt heavy, and his eyes were blurring up. Tears were already streaming down his face by the time he reached the bathroom door. His muffled cries became waves of sobs. Grief filled his heart, and he fell to the floor, crying out in despair. Through his sobs, he could hear a slight knocking on the bathroom stall. "Leave me alone," he grumbled. After all, this school wasn't separated between boys and girls. There was only one bathroom on each floor, and both had to use it. "Please, I mean no harm," a soft voice called from the other side. Sam, curious of who was on the other side, peeked through the crack of the stall, and saw a girl with light brown hair, deep blue ocean eyes, and a gentle smile on her face. He slowly lifted the lock on the door, unlocked the stall and stepped outside, sniffling and wiping his nose on his hoodie. "S-sorry.. I just.." he stammered. The girl laid a caring, but strong hand on his shoulder. "No worries! Everyone has to cry it out sometimes. Shouldn't you be in class by now?" Sam's eyes widened. "Oh shoot! Class! I almost forgot!" The girl smiled. "No worries. I'll write you a pass. By the way.. I'm Genevieve. Who are you?" "I'm S-Sam.." Sam fumbled over his words. This girl is gorgeous, he had thought, and immediately found his cheeks reddening. "Well, Sam. I heard you didn't make the football team. But don't be down. I have a proposition for you. I must know first if you're interested." Sam nodded and she continued. "Well, since you didn't make the football team, why not try other sports? And by sports, and I'm being specific, soccer. How would you like to join a girls only soccer team?" ❤★ᴇɴᴅ★❤
