Mary ran into her house and past her mother before she could ask how the tryouts went. The troubled teenager ran upstairs and jumped into bed.
“Ouch!”
Mary stopped crying long enough to see she’d landed on her sister. “Rachel, what are you doing in my room?”
“Mom was vacuuming…” The child started before she noticed her sister’s face, smeared with makeup displaced by tears, “Are you crying?”
“Shut up!” Mary rolled over to give Rachel freedom before hugging her pillow like a lifeline. “Get lost!”
The second-grader started to leave, but there was a buzz from Mary’s nightstand. “Your phone is ringing.”
“I know!” The teenager told her sister, “Now go!”
“It’s a text,” Rachel noted as she picked up the cell phone, “From someone named Lisa.”
“Rachel!” Mary screamed, “I told you to…”
“It says you passed the first tryout.”
The teenager practically shoved her sister aside to read the text.
Simons, It’s Lisa:
You made it to the second tryout despite your little incident (: if you want to make the cut, come to the gym on Wednesday after school.
Wear a belt.
The coach wants everyone on the squad to get a physical before starting this year; if you're going to get on her good side, get it done.
“I’m in!” Mary cheered.
“Where are your pants?” Rachel giggled.
“It doesn’t matter,” The teen responded. “I’m this close to being queen of the school!”
“Do you get a crown?”
“Very funny,” Mary fired back. “I just need to go to the doctor tomorrow and…”
“Wait a minute,” Rachel held up a hand. “Tomorrow, Mom and Daddy are spending the day with their friends, and you promised to take me to Amy’s birthday party.”
“I did?” The teenager inquired. The second-grader crossed her arms and nodded. “Rachel, please,” Mary begged. “I have to get this done, and tomorrow’s the only day I can go.”
“No!” Rachel shook her head.
“Come on, Rachel,” Mary argued. “Mom and Dad would kill me if I left you alone at the party, and it’s going to take a while to see a doctor without an appointment.”
“No!”
“You can play with all of the toys in the waiting room,” The teen reminded her sister, who shook her head. “My iPad!” Mary pleaded, “You can have my iPad for a day.”
“A week.”
“Five days!”
“Deal,” The two girls shook hands.
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