“I want to start my own team.” Kayleigh was silent. He looked up and met her bright green gaze. She made a motion in her hand for him to continue. “A team made out of athletes from broken homes, broken pasts. I want to give them the second and third and fourth chances that they need to get their life on the right track.” His brown eyes looked like coffee beans, “I want to give them what I never got.”
explanation: We never got Wymack’s story did we? Well i’m gonna try to figure out this missing puzzle piece.
currently there is only this small prologue, planning to publish more chapters soon.
“David Vincent Wymack, what is that?” Kayleigh Day stood with her hands on her hips, towering, and generally being impressive in high heels. David Vincent Wymack was currently sitting on the floor, papers spread around as if hit by a hurricane. His tribal tattoos on his forearms were a shade darker than his skin. His dark hair was held back by an neon orange hair band, causing his hair to appear electrocuted. He had a large toy fox in his lap. David raised his eyes from the paper he was examining near his left foot, “Paperwork.”
Kayleigh stared. “I meant the giant toy fox.” David blinked then looked down at the misshapen orange toy sitting between his legs, “Oh, that’s a fox.”
“Davy,” –he blinked at her, clutching the fox in his grasp “—have you been drinking?”
David grinned, a quick show of white teeth. “No. But I have got a really good idea.”
“Really? Does it involve gluing yourself to the ceiling again?”
“A guy glues himself to the ceiling ONE time—”
“—And his best friend had to somehow unstick him.”
“You called 911, Kayleigh.”
“Well what was I supposed to do? Leave you hanging?”
She gave him a look. David gave her his own look, and then looked down at the papers again. “I want to start my own team.”
Kayleigh was silent. He looked up and met her bright green gaze. She made a motion in her hand for him to continue. “A team made out of athletes from broken homes, broken pasts. I want to give them the second and third and fourth chances that they need to get their life on the right track.”
His brown eyes looked like coffee beans, “I want to give them what I never got.”
Second day is over and i am exhausted but so happy!! a rundown of a few things
my geography class is super fucking boring but is a class that ill pass so whatever
my best friend @agentcarmillakarnstein is in my screenwriting class! it was super fun even for just syllabus day adn it really made me think about screenwriting. our next debate is whether jack from titanic should have died or not, which is rad.
WE ALSO GET TO WRITE OUR OWN ORIGINAL SCREENPLAY!! I HAVE A FEW IDEAS BUT IM SO EXCUTI EIA ASI FAW
had a nice break and hung out in my room and then i went to my writing class with one of my other friends
in both my writing and my screenwriting class (kinda hard to get) i made a new friend!! she was playing pokemon go and i struck up a conversation adn she was like “i can help you with your poetry” sinc ei HATE POETRY but whATEVER and she lives in my residence hall!!
the club fair was SO GOOD. I went to see the anime and like pop culture nerd club adn tehy both are so wonderful sounding adn i already made some nice friends they all cheered me on as i played soul silver aahhhh
its just been a long EXHAUSTING day! but im already setting up routes and making friends. i knew i made the right choices and just aAAAHHH
Nora looked around trying to find where her sister had instructed her to go. She re-read Allison’s text message for about the twentieth time. She crept into the warehouse, daggers drawn. It was impossibly dark but her eyes were slowly adjusting when she heard speaking and could see some light under a door. She readied herself putting her weight into her shoulder and flinging the door open, doing a quick roll and popping up ready to attack.
“Nora? What the hell?” Her sister screeched dropping what was in her hands.
Noras head whipped around noting the Lydia and Emery were standing at a table looking something over next to Allison. She heard a throat clear and looked over to see Fred sitting with her feet up on a chair and Marlee beside her looking just as bored.
“What the hell Ally?” Nora yelled, “I thought something was wrong.”
Her sister looked at her trying her best to make puppy eyes at her, “it was the only way to get you here,” she shrugged as an explanation.
“Okay cut out the puppy dog eyes the only person that works for is Scott,” she glared at her sister, “now start explaining before I’m out of here. You interrupted the only time in weeks you all haven’t been at the loft.”
Nora heard Fred snicker behind her and Marlee say, “ew adults are gross.”
Allison my out a shiver at the thought of what her sister and her boyfriend had been up to. This caused Fred to actually fully laugh at the awkwardness in the room.
“Well remember a few weeks ago when you were telling me how you missed out on your prom? And how Derek never went to his either?” Nora’s eyes went huge before they settled into a more intense glare.
“Do you even know what private conversation means anymore?” Eleanora’s eyes were shining with hurt.
“I’m sorry,” Allison was quick to apologize, “we thought maybe we could have one as a group.”
Eleanora didn’t say anything for a long time, her head dropped so she was staring at the ground surprised to see tears hitting the hard ground beneath her.
“We just thought we could replace the bad memories with some new good ones,” she felt a hand on her shoulder and turned her face slightly to look into Fred’s sincere face.
There was silence in the room for a long time until Nora felt arms wrapped around her tightly. Her surprised eyes landed on the blonde curls pressing into her shoulder. Emery lifted her head so they could lock eyes.
“We just want to have some fun in between fighting for our lives,” she smiled brilliantly, “that’s all.”
“Fine,” Nora sighed rolling her eyes and peeling the younger girl off of her, “so where are we having this thing?”
Everyone in the room turned to look at her again, “the loft?” Allison attempted.
Eleanora laughed fully, “good luck with that one. I’m not asking him, you can.”
“Come one he’s your boytoy,” Lydia whined.
“Yeah sour wolf will listen to you,” Marlee ventured.
“Yep not happening then,” Eleanora crossed her arms eyeing up the teenagers, “your idea you ask.”