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Chapter 2 (BRIDGE OF ACHIEVING GOALS.)

Molly Taylor POV

I need to admit to myself that it was my fault. If I hadn't been reckless, we could have gone so much further. I admit it. And I am very sorry. Every night it's always on my mind. I felt sorry for all the people who are affected by my actions. Though part of me was not regretting because maybe if I didn't do what I did, I'll regret it even more. I fixed my things for school. I'm done eating, wearing my school uniform, my shoes, brushing my teeth, cleaning my bed and all. I'm just waiting for Stella for us to go to school. I prefer going alone, I like being alone. But she wanted us to go to school together so why not? When Stella is not around, for sure I'm by myself since I have no other friends. Well, basically I have Lucy and Pebble. They are my teammates, but when we're not in a game, we barely hang out.             

 "Don't make me wait." She texted.

 "Oh god, I just woke up." I lied. I know she will freak out, she doesn't like being late at school. Stella is a good student, and from my point of view, I think I am a good student too. I rarely miss school, I also don't come late, I got a good grade, so I think I can also be called a good student. but I don't know, you can decide.

 "The hell, Taylor? I'm only ten feet away from your condo. We'll be late." She replied within a minute.

 "Then what should I do? Maybe I will just skip the first subject??"

 "No. Just don't take a bath."

 I laughed. I saw her walking while looking at her phone problematically. For hundreds of times, she has worn her white socks above her knee. Actually, her white socks were always my sign even though I knew how she walks, her posture, her 5'6 height, her white skin, and all. I waited for her to see me. She looks up and makes a face saying "Liar." While going to school, She's telling me a story. I'm just listening and will laugh when she laughs because that's what friends are for. We entered our room, and I went directly to my seat. One of our classmates talks to her.

 "Stella? What're the chords of this?" And show the paper that has lyrics. Stella wrote the chords on the paper and sat down because we don't have enough time to talk since our Professor is about to come. When going to school, we're not the early birds type of student. We don't go to school early. We were just ahead of our Prof by two minutes, I guess. The class started until it finished but the only thing that has been running through my mind was the things that I wanted to do. Sometimes I think I'm just wasting my time on things that aren't really important. Just like doing it because you have to. It sucks. I got back to reality after the school bell rang. I smiled like an i***t. I don't know. I just love hearing the bell of our school, not because the classes are over, it's because we did not have a bell at my school before.

 "Let's go!" I sent a chat to Stella, even though she's just three feet away, sitting on the back of the other row. She's talking to some people and I don't want to interrupt. It's my attitude. When someone is talking with the person I want to talk to, I'll just wait for my turn. I will only speak when the person he/she is talking to is gone.

"Seriously? She even chatted with you? Although she can say it now?" I heard from one of our classmates who's currently with Stella. "Are we that too low? To make her sick when she talks to us?" Maybe they saw my chat when Stella read it. I can't understand why she's letting someone invade her privacy.

"It's not like that." She explains. Stella always defends me and explains my side in situations where I am judged because she knows I'm not familiar with explaining myself. And why the hell do I need to explain? I don't care what they say. But Stella disagreed. Because she said people might think differently of me because of what they hear that isn't true. She says it can make my background look bad or good with people's different opinions when I'm not explaining my actions in every situation, which is true. But it's exhausting, like telling everything in every situation? People don't even really care, they just like gossiping around. "She's just scared of people." She laughs.

 That wasn't true. I just don't like talking when I'm not interested. I looked at her with no emotions, just my normal expression. I knew she knew I'm getting bored. I easily get bored. I heard her saying, "We'll go first! See you tomorrow!"

 While walking she said, "You're being weird. Don't text me when you can say it. Don't ruin your cool vibes in our school."

 "Cool vibes?" It's my first time hearing it. "What's that mean?"

 She sighs in annoyance. "You're not listening again. You always change the topic. People might think you're a weirdo if you'll continue doing that."

 "Doing what?" Yeah, I'm enjoying teasing her.

 She looks at me, "Are you serious?"

 "Why?" I leaned my face closer to hers while spitting my words. "What's wrong with texting you? Am I not allowed? You're talking to someone. I'd be disrespectful when I suddenly talk to you."

 She claps her hand and shakes her head back and forth, saying, "You really knew how to get out of the hole when you're stuck. You can say hi before talking to me so it'll not sound rude!"

We finally reached the resto. I shoved the other chair so I could sit properly. "What makes you think that people will call me a weirdo? Just by texting you when you're only three feet away? Couples do that."

 She sneezed. "Are we a couple? I didn't mean weirdo. They will think you're being mean because you don't want to talk to me when they are around. You are making them feel that you don't want them around."

 I really don't want them around. I'm uncomfortable when there are so many people around me. I'm shy and irritated. "Though, you really don't want them around. Just don't make it obvious, you just need to act cool like what you're doing every day." She hastily adds. The lady asks us what we want. I ordered right away, I do not even need to take a look at their menu since I already knew it anyway. This is my home. We're always here. The food and staff here are all good. After saying our order the lady smiled and left. "I think that young lady is new here." She says I steal a glance to see her, is she? I shrugged my shoulders.

"We're always here! The way you can't familiarize people always freaks me out."

"Why are you calling her young lady? She's our age."  I rubbed my eyes, sleepy. "There's so many crew here, I think about five or six, what do you expect?"

The food is here, I set aside our bags on the side of the table. She helps the crew place our order on the table. "Even if they have two people serving here, you will not still input their faces in your brain." I cleaned my spoon and fork using the tissue. "I'm just bad at memorizing." It's true. Sometimes people will come up and talk to me and say, "You don't know me? Seriously? We've been together before, at the camp. We see each other almost every day. My friend even asks you if I can be your partner in a game. Do you remember?" Then I'll just shake my head, confused. I start to eat. "You're not bad at it. You just have this kind of attitude of not thinking about other people who are not important to you." Hearing her saying that makes me stop eating. Oh, really? I'm like that? "Am I?" I asked, smiling. "That's good for you." She simply said.

 Stella and I had separated because I wanted to go somewhere. In a bookstore. I like to buy books. After a minute of searching, I finally saw it behind the scientific book. This book is regarding those who have become successful in the field of career they chose. They're sharing their hard work and hardships in this book. They also have their testimony on how they believe in themselves when they are on the bridge of quitting. While looking at the first page of the book, I told myself that I would be one of the people here, and I mean it. After I bought the book I went straight to our school court to see if my teammates were still practicing but when I arrived there was no noise, the lights were turned off, maybe they had just finished. I can open the court if I want but because my coach forbade me, the person who has the key in the office will disregard me.

 The next morning, we're told to go early to school due to an important meeting. I already said to Stella that I will go first. Our team needs to gather all of a sudden, I don't know why. We're all clueless.

"Taylor!!" My teammates greeted me.

 "Wow. You're too early." Pebble said, sarcastically while leaning her chin on the back of the chair. I think everyone's here. Excluding the coach.

 "Lucky for you," Lucy added.

 I was seated in the middle of Lucy and Pebble. They are the only people I usually talked to, or should I say they are the people I considered my friends besides Stella. Of course, they're nothing compared to her. All of my teammates were kind and responsible, and supportive once we're in a fight. I mean game. I need to say that most of them are useless for now, just now. You don't know what can happen tomorrow so I can't end it with a period. (.) Though they are not helpful even once I never think of them being a burden in our team because they are practicing so hard and also obedient when you give them a task. Besides, they are willing to learn and wait for their turn and that is why I know we're not wasting our time with them.

 "So, what's the matter? My sleep time was reduced." I said.

 "More looks like we're trouble," Pebble answered.

 "Aw, we're dead meat," I say.

 "What's the matter?" "I'm still sleepy." "What do you guys think the coach will say to us?" My teammates are annoying. But I think it's strange too, probably there is something wrong if there is a meeting we usually gather in the afternoons but now it's seven AM?? Eight-thirty is the start of our class, so Mr.A still has an hour and a half. He also stole an hour and a half from my time.

 "Good morning Coach!!" We stood up. He greeted us back and went to the front. "Is everyone here??" he looked behind us as if looking for someone. "Taylor? Are you here?? "

 "Here!!" I raised my hand. Mr.A knows that I am always sitting at the back, but this time I'm in the middle because Lucy and Pebble sit here.

 He just looked at me and continued to start the meeting he had called. "I am sending you here early because we will leave later and I don't have time to talk with you guys. Two months from now the dream of the student-athletes will begin. You worked hard to reach your current position, so don't be complacent in the next fight because our fight will be bloody. The school sends us to Saint University School, your next team to compete. I still don't know what we will talk about there but I heard that we will stay there for a few weeks so I won't see you guys for a long time,"

Lucy and Pebble and I looked at each other. Every one of the team has their own opinion. "Molly," Mr.A said seriously, which caught my attention. "Coach?" I answered. "I'm not done with you yet. But since I will be gone for a few weeks, you will be in charge of your teams' training. Do not be naughty and do not be late. If you want to make it to the finals and compete against other countries, make sure that the outcome of your training will be good.” He seriously instructed me.

 "Yes, Sir!!" I replied, sincerely. We don't have time to play. If we want our dream to come true, we have to work for it. There's no word such a "shortcut" for me. I do not like to reach my dreams without working hard for them, my pride won't take it. I have a strong high standard for myself.

The conversation continued and the plan of our training would be. Coach has entrusted everything to me for a few weeks without him. The meeting is over and almost everyone is out. I was about to leave but suddenly someone called me. It's Coach. "Molly, you know what you're going to do, don't you? I'm counting on you." At the same time, he touched my back with his palm. I think Mr.A is very worried about our match so he is just that serious. And I also think that something is bothering him. I just can't ask him since he will not say it by the way, and I'm too shy to ask. Maybe if we had time together, I would ask him.

 "Yes, Coach! You can count on me "I smiled, and continued to leave to go to my class. Mr.A knows how hungry and determined I am to reach my dream and I also know that he knows how much I will not allow everything I have worked for to be wasted.