It was time for the team meal. If you want to call peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with Capri suns a meal. I hate when it’s the twins turn to bring food, cheap asses.

Ugh.

 Obviously since I’m not feeling the meal, I sneak my phone out and send a text to my bro on the boy’s team.

“Juju…why r we havin pb&j again. Ima commit suicide. Snag me somethin?? ;]”

He text back within minutes.

“lol poor Spence..yall r gonna lose anyways..n I cant bring yu food..yur in prison remember LOL :p”

UGH. The boys always make fun of the military like lockdown we’re under. We have to do EVERTHING as a team. Yes, even go to the restroom. If one goes, we all go.

“I’ll tell coach I have to use the can..It’ll work cuz they all eatin. She wont make dem all go right now.”

“Ha-ha okay Spencer..I got a ½ subway with your name on it. SPICY ITALIAN muhfuxaa!!! Lol”

I plan my escape carefully. First, I tear my face up to look uncomfortable, but I don’t say anything yet. My coach is already eyeing me and I need to become an actress for this to work. I exhale loudly, and turn to my teammate, Ranisha.

“Rennie do you have any pills??”
“Naw Spencer, I don’t have any medicine” Ranisha practically yelled. She probably wants coach to think im sick so she can take up my playing time.

I did that on purpose, Ranisha Golston is the meanest girl on the team and she does not like me at all. But, I knew she would make a scene when I asked and draw attention to me. Sure enough, my coach is looking me dead in my face.

And now’s my chance.

“Coach can I go to the locker room and check my gymbag. I need some aleve”

I’m not on my period. I’m fresh off my period actually. It’s been gone 3 days. But it’s a good excuse..the times are right, and when I had my cramps it was the weekend. So me feeling “sick” wasn’t out of the ordinary.

“Yes, hurry up please. And get yourself together. You guys have to go watch and cheer for JV”

Ugh, I hate JV. They’re probably gonna lose, just like we are. I don’t even know who we’re playing.