Sisters Over Misters - Jessica Pham (reading diary .TXT) 📗

The name's Sierra, but my friends call me Cee Cee. My full name is Sierra Courtney Daine. I have long, bright pink hair and it's chopped into layers. Yeah, my hair's long. But not as long as my butt or anything, geez. I don't get how some people can grow it as long as their feet without tripping over it and chop their hair off with the nearest knife available.
Anyway, I'm pretty nice if you're not on my hate list. I like going to the beach, hanging out with my friends and all that other crap that teenagers do. I'm an 8th grader, so that means I'm 14. Do the math. I'm about 5'3 and that's pretty short compared to the average 8th grader. But who gives a shit? Certainly not me.
I have a few close friends, but I wouldn’t call them best friends, my best friends come and go. I’m a straight A student, yeah, big shocker. Oh yeah, and I have no love life. It sucks, I know. I’m 14 and I’ve never had a boyfriend. While all my friends were out enjoying Valentines Day, I flew solo. Yeah buddy!

So this is how the story began..

I was sitting in my first period, P.E.
I know, most girls would be like, ‘Ewwie! I’m going to be sticky and sweaty by second period!’ Who gives a crap man? I like P.E. I’m not in cheer like most girls either. So yeah, I was sitting there, trying to ignore the complaints and groans when the secretary came in with a new kid.
You know in the movies, the new kid is always hot and smexy? Well, it’s the total opposite for my school. The new kids are always fugly.
Well, this time, it’s different. This kid was HOT. All the girls were drooling. I swear, even some of the straight guys were staring wide eyed at the kid. I crossed my arms and raised an eyebrow. This kid will be in the pops in no time. I call the popular people ‘pops’. And yes, I am one of the pops. Most of them aren't mean, either. I mean, most of the pops were my friends. My closest friends are Henry, Jazzie, George, and London. Henry and Jazzie are together. And George and London are together.
Henry is absolutely adorable, he has big, chocolate brown eyes, and he has brown hair. Jazzy is really pretty, she also dyed her hair, we did it together. She dyed it bright red. She has blue eyes. George, has the most handsome face ever! London has the bubbliest personality out of all of us.
And then there’s me… I’m the single one. Teehee.
So anyway! The new kid came in and he looked like he didn’t have a care in the world. I could already tell that he was gonna be a cocky bastard.

He walked over to where Brittney was sitting and plopped down next to her. I sighed, "Awwh, another cute guy wasted on Brittney." I shook my head. The coach droaned on, and on about the rules of playing Line Basketball. I turned to a complete stranger and said, "Dude. What the crap? She knows we know how to play this game. Why must she insist on going on and on about the rules?" The guy laughed, "I know right? ...Do I know you?"
My mouth formed an 'o' "Pshhh, heck yea, your name is.. Joe The Singing Walrus."
"No, it's not. My name's Cody." he chuckled. He was hot. He had adorable green eyes, and his hair was black with electric blue highlights. "Awww! But Joe fits you!" I exclaimed. No, it didn't, I just said that because I didn't want to be wrong.
"Mine's Cee Cee." I replied. "Cool." he said. We fell into a awkward silence after that. "Damn! Love your highlights by the way." I exclaimed, trying to get rid of all the awkwardness. "Thanks, I like your hair too. Suits you." he said.
The coach finally finished talking, she numbered us off and we walked to our lines. Me and Cody were on the same team, the new kid and Brittney were on the other. Oh, it's on. It's on like donkey kong..

I thought, narrowing my eyes at them. Cody laughed, and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the other line.
Okay, so the game's pretty simple. You get in two lines, you get a number, and when the teacher calls your number, you run up to the ball and try to make a basket. Simple. But I can get a tad bit aggressive and competitive when it comes to these types of things. The coach started numbering people off. Cody was 11 and I was 12. I looked over on the other side, and Brittney was mouthing what number she was to a chick on my team. She was 11, the new kid was sitting next to her... so that would mean he’s 12. Alrighty then, lets see how good he is at basketball. Though, I already know I’m gonna dominate his butt.
“One and eight!” the coach yelled into the microphone. Yeah, you heard me, a microphone. Why the hell would a coach need a microphone? I’d understand if they used those cone thingies, but microphones? Really?
One and eight ran towards the ball, but the other team got it first. They passed the ball and the other person shot. “What the hell guys?! Run faster!” I yelled loudly.
“Four and two!”
“You better make it..” I threatened. Four got the ball first, and dribbled it down the court. She attempted to pass it to two, but it got intercepted by the other team’s four. “Da fuck, man!? Pass it higher and further!! Ugh!” I yelled and got to my feet. Most people turned to around and gave me strange looks, so I slowly sat back down again. Cody chuckled and shook his head. They shot and made it. “Our team sucks balls.” I muttered under my breath. He busted out laughing, “Oh my god! Did you just say that?”
“Yes! Do you need hearing aids?” I said through clenched teeth, pissed. “Geez! Chill.” He surrendered, putting his hands up.
“Eleven and twelve!” the coach said. “Bring it, bitches!” I yelled.

I ran up as fast as I could, bent down, and grabbed the ball. I nearly toppled over on my butt in front of the whole gym! That would be so embarrassing…
I faked a pass and tried to pass it to Cody, but somehow the new kid new what I was doing. What the hell?
I grunted and ran after him. He was pretty good too. Brittney was just standing there, pretending to look like she was trying. You needed at least one pass before you could shoot, the new kid didn’t know, so he shot. He made it, but the coach told us to restart. He looked confused so I said, “Hey new kid, ya need at least one pass before you can shoot.” Don’t know why I told him that, but I did. I got the ball and started dribbling the ball down the court, while blocking the new kid with one hand. Damn, he was like a ninja! Every time I let my guard down, he would jump in and try to steal the ball. I got to the hoop and tried to get a clear shot.
The kid was right in front of me and he was really close too. Like body-pressed-against-body close. He had his arms up, and I had mine up too trying to aim at the basket. His eyes were baby blue. Dang! He’s way cuter up close! He smelled nice too. Dude, what am I, a dog? Humans don’t sniff people. Dogs do. I still had my hands raised, so Brittney decided to run up and grab the ball out of my hands, and girlishly dribble down court. “Gah!! Cody, get the ball and pass it to me!” I yelled. He did, and it was pretty easy. She was already at our basket and attemted to shoot two baskets before he got there. That girl just plain sucks! Balls! Cody passed me the ball and I dribbled down the court as fast as I could. I aimed, shot, and…. missed. “Fuuuuuck!” I yelled, looking up at the ceiling. “Sierra! Language!” the coach yelled. I ignored her and watched as Cody shot. He made it!
“Yeah buddy!!” I yelled and high fived him. “We dominated!!” he whooped.
I turned to the new kid and Brittney. “What now, beeachez?!” I yelled, head cocked to the side. Yes, I just called the guy a girl. Get over it. Brittney rolled her eyes walked away. She turned around when she noticed that the new kid wasn’t following her, but smirking at me. “Come on, Miles.” she commanded.
“You’re good, wanna have a little one on one sometime?” he asked.
“Uh, sure…” I replied.