(Fbplayer/Fbplayer) I’ve always loved football; I grew up playing with my brothers and my dad. Most of all the male figures in my family have been starting quarterbacks during their high school years so it was no surprise when I tried out and made the team. Your family has also been very involved in foot at my family’s rival school. Most of the time people don’t notice I’m a girl until I remove my helmet. During my game against your team, I’m running down the field with the ball when you tackle me. We roll about a foot from where you hit me; I end up on my back, you leaning over me with your hands planted firmly on the ground on either side of my face holding yourself above me, and the ball somewhere beside us. You look at me, noticing that I’m a girl and you?
(Fbplayer/Fbplayer2) Nobody believed I could play football until I tried out for the team sophomore year of high school. When I started football, we became friends since you’re the quarterback and I’m the offensive left end, always protecting your blind side. Coach suggested that I move into the boy’s locker room so I can be with all the players. After practice one day, I walk into the locker room and lay down on the bench as I steady my breathing. You walk in and you?
(Acquaintances) We used to be best friends in elementary school and jr. high. We started likeing each other a little but that was until you moved away. While we went to school together, you were always curious about where I got all my scrapes and bruises but I never told you they were from my mom beating me. Ever since you left and the abuse became worse, I had a hard time trusting people. It’s senior year of high school and you’re back. I never for one second forgot about you but I did lose my trust in you after you left and stopped talking to me. I see you on the first day of school and stand frozen in place just looking at you. You look over at me as someone bumps into me. I fall to the ground, books and papers scattered everywhere around me. You?
(Actor/Local girl) You’re the big shot movie star who has millions of girls that adore him. I’m not one of them though. I figured, “Why dream something that could never become a reality?” so I’ve never really fallen for a movie star. You’re filming on location in a small town in Oregon where I live. It’s about 11 o’clock at night as I walk down the edge of the water at a quiet beach near my house. I bump against you on accident saying, “Excuse me.” I don’t notice who you are, too lost in my own thought to be paying attention to anything. You?
(Hunger Games) We are from the same district, but we've never actually talked or even really knew each other. We're both drawn at the reaping and are headed to the Capital for training. We don't talk all week, both of us extremely nervous and wanting to get in as much training as possible. I turn out to be really good with a knife, and close hand combat. When we get into the arena, we are surrounded by forest, and as soon as the bell to start goes off, I grab the nearest bag and run into the protection of the trees. You?
(Classmates) I was r@ped when I was 13. I have a 4 year-old son. I'm 18 and finishing off my senior year. No one knows about my son except for my family. We've become pretty good friends in the classes we've had together but we aren't close enough for me to tell you about Ethan. I'm at the park with Ethan, he's playing in the sand while I'm sitting on a picnic blanket studying for an up-coming test. You're at the park for a daily stroll to clear your mind. You see me and see Ethan running over to me, calling me mom. You?
(Bestfriends Brother) Your sister and I have been friends for years. You're about 2 years older than us. I used to always come over after school which meant I saw you a lot. I started to develope a crush on you but than you started college and we didn't see each other that much. It's spring break of my sophmore year of college, your senior year, and your sister invites me to your beach house. We get there in the afternoon but I don't see you until that night when a bunch of people start a bonfire down on the beach. I sit down next to you, not noticing you in the low light. You?
(Brother's Best friend) You and my brother have been friends forever. Your family was going through a hard time, so you ended up living with us. There's only a year between us so it wasn't that shocking to me when we developed a secret relationship, knowing that my brother would be pissed at us if he knew. After you guys graduate highschool, you decide to go into the military together. You're finally coming home after being gone for about 18 months. My mom and I are throwing you two a party. I'm upstairs getting ready when you come home. I run outside hugging my brother first before wrapping my arms around you tightly. You?
(best friend/singer) We met when we were just in grade school, so we practically grew up together. In high school, you started getting really serious about your music; you landed a record deal at the beginning of senior year and by the end of the year, you're already on tour. It's the summer before college and you've been gone for the past six months on tour. You're coming home today and I decide to surprise you at the airport; I push through all the screaming fans, getting to the front of the crowd. I see you walk out of the terminal and I samil waving to you. You? |
