The All-American Girl

✰ Chapter 11 ✰

Charles and I are currently playing tic-tac-toe on some notebook paper, on top of my binder.

We are sitting on the grass under a tree.

“Gosh babe, I lose again.” I frown.

“I’m sorry honey, here let me help you.” Charles says then kisses me full on my lips.

Then a kiss on my nose and both of my cheeks.

“Feel better now?” He asks me while pulling away.

This made me tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Yeah, why did you do that?” I ask him.

“Because my beautiful girlfriend, you helped me out with my situation this morning.” He tells me.

This made me get so red.

“Oh my gosh Charles, let’s not talk about that again.” I groaned.

Making him laugh.

“Babe, you were really good, let me just say.” He explains with a wink.

“Oh my gosh, Charles Tyler Anderson.” I say red as a tomato.

I then pushed my face into his chest.

He kept laughing and wrapped his arms around me in what looks like a side hug.

“It’s okay babe, I’m only messing with you, although thank you for being with me before school to help out my problem.” He says then kisses my head.

“You’re welcome.” I sighed.

“Now let’s play another round since we have ten minutes left of break.” Charles grins at me and then draws a new chart.

Making me groan.

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“Ugh, Macie is so lucky, she has such the perfect life.” I hear one girl on my team say while we are all stretching.

“I know,  I wish I had perfect parents and a perfect boyfriend.” Another girl explains with a dreamily sigh.

My parents aren’t perfect.

Believe me.

As I was about to say something to the gossip girls, I hear my coach blow the whistle.

“Let’s go ladies, suicide runs now!” My coach orders us.

We groaned, but obliged.

Later on, as I was helping the girls with their moves, I hear a faint whistling sound from the football field.

I look over to see Charles giving me a quick wave and smile.

I then smiled and waved back at him.

He then goes back to his practice, and I go back to focusing on mine.

“You two are so cute.” Melanie, a junior says smiling at me.

“Thank you.” I tell her with a smile, then continue to help her.

“Good work Fowler.” I yell out to another girl on my team.

“Thanks Carmichael!” She yells back, while celebrating doing a toe touch in the air.

I laugh and then clap.

“Bravo!” I say while clapping.

Making everyone else clap for her.

She then curtsies.

“Thank you, thank you everyone.” She says.

Just then our coach comes up to all of us.

“Sorry to ruin a good practice, and all this positive energy, but I just received word on coach Rose’s cancer.” She explains with a sigh.

“What’s up coach?” A sophomore girl, Jasmine asks.

“The cancer progressed to stage four, so coach Rose will not be returning at all this school year, according to her husband.” She frowns.

Making all the girls on my team gasp and murmur while my head was down, and I was biting my lip.

She was a good person, like I said earlier, f**k leukemia.

“Ladies now listen up all of you.” My coach says while clapping her hands.

Making everyone shut up and pay attention to her.

“Coach Rose will want us all to keep our spirits high alright?” My coach asks all of us while eyeing us as well.

“Yes coach.” We all say in unison.

We’re sounding just like the football team.

“Coach, what about when we start competitive cheer?” A girl asks.

“She most likely won’t make that either.” Coach frowns.

Making us all frown.

We are all like family, and when one of us are down, we all go down.

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I was in my bedroom doing my homework, when I hear voices from downstairs.

This made me roll my eyes.

They would be having a party on a school night.

I know they aren’t high schoolers anymore,

But they still have me living with them.

And I am a high schooler.

“I can’t wait to move out.” I say out loud to myself.

“Oh my gosh, I can’t believe that their daughter Marissa is so successful in life, I mean if that were my eldest child, I would be so proud.” I hear a lady say outside of my bedroom.

“I hear that they have another one. A cheer captain and i********: model, I forgot her name though, I’m shocked that they don’t talk about her.” Another lady explains with a giggle.

“Oh, I found her, her name is Macie Carmichael, and well, she actually looks hideous.” Lady number one says shockingly.

“No way, let me see.” The other one says.

“Oh my gosh. Now I see why they don’t talk about her I mean look at those love handles of hers.” The same one snickers.

“Oh, I do see them, sheesh she’s kind of got thunder thighs too.” The first lady says with a laugh.

“I was just about to say that Jaqueline, well we should not tell the Carmichaels when we get back down there.” Lady number two says.

I wish I knew her name.

“Yeah, I don’t want to embarrass them.” Jaqueline explains.

After I heard them leaving, my eyes were starting to get watery.

I then stand up and look at myself in the mirror, now having silent tears streaming down my face.

I look at myself in the mirror and look at my love handles, and then my thunder thighs.

Now I throw myself on my bed, making some of my homework fall onto the floor as I am now lying on stomach.

As I am full on sobbing, I sit up and with watery eyes turn on my laptop.

I keep wiping my nose while going onto Google, and typing in the search box, something that will hopefully help me.

I looked up stuff about bulimia.

This will help me for sure.

I just really want to be pretty again and have strangers like those two women regret saying s**t about me.