I sit there dazed and confused, Chelsea is still sitting beside me talking about something that happened in her art class, but I honestly couldn’t care less. The unknown beauty comes in and sits down, so I can only assume that she is actually here for the meeting. I couldn’t be happier. I was mesmerized by her, she had a grace to her, and her smile was absolutely gorgeous. She was talking to another girl that had just walked in, who was also cute, but nowhere near the blonde hair, blue eyed beauty that I wish I could go talk to. I realized I zoned out, and paid more attention to Chelsea. She was talking about how there was a cute boy in some of her classes named Clay but all I heard was blah blah blah. I should really try better to pay attention since I’ll be spending a good bit of time with these girls.

 I look at Chelsea and the still unknown latino girl, and ask “What’s her name?” motioning to the only girl I had been focused on. 

The latino girl responds with a slight chuckle, “Thats Spencer and her little sister Kyla. Spencer is very friendly, she’s a goody goody and involved with a lot on campus. There is almost no one that she doesn’t like. Kyla is just doing this to please her dad, supposedly he is a very good tennis player. Spencer is a natural at it, but Kyla is more interested in boys rather than tennis.”

I look at her a little stunned because I was half expecting Chelsea to answer because she was the only one that I had officially met. She caught on and introduced herself, “By the way, I’m Madison. I plan on getting a scholarship to some major school for my tennis abilities and going to college and getting my MRS. degree. I want to have 4 kids, two girls and two boys. They are going to be perfect and me and my husband are going to go to the club every weekend and play tennis while the kids are in day care.”

“Oh, ok.” is the only thing I can come up with the to respond to that. Madison comes off as very fake to me, but who am to really judge her..at least she is ‘friendly’ enough to talk to me.

Coach Thomas walks in with a stack of papers and looks at the five of us. He walks to the front of the room and asks us all to introduce ourselves. I know this is mainly for my benefit because all the other girls seem to know each other. 

Chelsea is the first to stand up and speak, “Hi, my name is Chelsea. I am a junior and really like art and hope to go to Paris after I graduate to study art some more.”

Madison is next, “Hola chicas!! I’m Madison, and I am a senior. Last year baby!!! Well, you all know me, so its not exactly a secret as to what I want to do in life..so yeah, Hi!!” I look over at Coach Thomas and he just rolls his eyes. My thoughts exactly.