I definitely set a new record for myself when I woke up before 7 am on a Saturday. Bags packed, dressed and ready to meet the girls for our game against the boys. I know it was only a friendly game and it meant absolutely nothing to get us into the tournament, but it was practice. Especially since we are facing guys.
They are a lot faster and play a different way to us, but they were underestimating us which was an opening for us to take it and beat them.
I grabbed my things when I heard a car horn outside and rushed down the staircase in a hurry—almost stumbling into my father who was making his way out of the kitchen to answer the door, but I beat him to it.
“That’s for me.” I acknowledged, running past him, opening the door and on my way out when he spoke up.
“Where are you going?
