 11:23:04 | Happy 2 year HEE anniversary! |
11:21:58 Sky/Dandy | Hey wait, it's my anniversary! |
11:19:49 | @Glacier, a fresh mind and eyes helps with everything! |
11:17:50 Glacier cats| And going back to it tomorrow |
11:17:34 Glacier cats| Seriously thinking about giving up arting for tonight |
11:10:20 | I just read an article that said this flu season is the worst one in 15 years |
11:05:41 | makes sense im am homeschooled so I have no excuses XD |
11:04:22 | @Twilight, I am in school to be a rad tech (taking x-rays). I do 24-32 hours of clinicals a week. I love it, but I can't afford to miss anymore school due to being sick. XD |
11:03:26 | ooh what do you do in the hospital? |
11:02:31 | @Twilight, I work at a hospital so I feel like I am much more likely to catch it. I have been trying to take precautions such as wearing a mask around sick patients, but that didn't stop me from catching the stomach flu at the beginning of January. |
11:01:37 | I got it and it turned into bronchitis >.> |
11:00:18 | I'm scared of catching this terrible flu everyone has. >.< |
10:30:41 Glacier cats| Hope the art pieces we are each working on will come out right for each of us |
10:22:34 Fog | So obsessed with my art and palette *-* |
10:17:48 DD (#2) Chey, No way! I'm sure it was gorgeous! But i know this one will be even better :D
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Awww! Thank you! I hope so lol |
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Rose woke, immedietly grabbing the bottle again and taking a couple drinks |
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"She can die for all I care." He mutters,grabbing his bag and leading the way to the elevators. "Stairs?" Mandi asks,Caden rolling his eyes. "Im not going down 50 flights of stairs,thank you." Elevators came and went,all full. |
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Rose eventually went unconcious again, waking quite a few hours later with a headache but clear thoughts. She sighed, grabbing some gym clothes and calling an uber to drive her |
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Caden and Mandi walked out,laughing and hand in hand as they did so.They still were low on alchohol,Caden catching a glimpse of a girl. "Bitch ass fucking hoe." He muttered,flipping her off behind his back before starting the c8,engine revving as he slipped his hand on her thigh,roof open and sunglasses on. |
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Rose did a more intense workout, her anger catching up to her, as she lifted more and more weight. She eventually got back to the hotel, opening her laptop and looking to see when professional volleyball tryouts would be and also seeing if she was eligible. August 2nd, 9am, main gym. She read the line and immedietly paid for the tryout |
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"Oh yeah,saw ASC was accepting football tryouts." Mandi said,stepping out and walking into the house.Caden grinned,eyes sparkling. "When?" He asks,Mandi whipping out her phone. "August 2nd at 7:30 AM.First field." Caden nodded,smiling. "Sign me up." |
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Rose finally had something to get her mind off of her current situation. She smirked and took a shower. timeskipping) Rose, already dressed, walked into the huge and well-lit gym with a smile on her face. She'd been practicing every day along with going to the gym every day until now, this moment of accomplishment even though she hadn't even met the coaches. She saw a couple of girls warming up and went over to grab a ball |
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Caden Ortiz stood at the entrance of the Arizona State Dodgers’ training facility, the early morning sun casting long shadows across the parking lot. His heart raced in his chest, a mixture of excitement and nerves surging through him. He had dreamed of this moment for as long as he could remember—standing here, about to sign up for the elite football team that had always seemed out of reach. The Arizona State Dodgers were one of the top programs in the country, known for producing some of the best players in the league. Today was the day he would prove he belonged among them. He glanced around at the other hopefuls, each one sizing up the competition. There were players stretching, tossing around footballs, and warming up, all with the same goal in mind. Caden’s eyes narrowed with determination. This was his chance. He had spent the last few years perfecting his skills—hours spent in the gym, late nights on the field, pushing himself when no one else was watching. Today, it was all about proving it to the coaches who would be watching closely. With a deep breath, Caden walked through the doors, immediately hit with the buzz of energy that filled the space. The sound of players talking, coaches barking instructions, and the echo of cleats hitting the floor created an electric atmosphere. He made his way to the registration table, where a tall assistant with a clipboard stood, looking over the incoming players. "Name?" the assistant asked without looking up. "Caden Ortiz," he replied, his voice steady but his heart pounding in his ears. The assistant glanced up, briefly studying him before writing something down. "You here for the Elite tryouts?" "Yes, sir," Caden said, a touch of pride in his voice. He had earned his spot here, and he wasn’t going to let anyone doubt it. "Alright," the assistant said, marking a few things off on his clipboard before handing Caden a numbered jersey. "Get changed and head out to the field. Tryouts start in twenty." Caden nodded, taking the jersey and heading toward the locker room to change. The air was thick with anticipation, players hustling to get ready, their movements focused. After quickly slipping on his gear, he pulled on his jersey, the number 23 emblazoned across the back. A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. It felt real now. When Caden stepped onto the field, he could already hear the sounds of the coaches organizing the drills. The field was pristine, with the bright green turf stretching out before him, and the stands empty but looming in the distance, as if awaiting the crowd that would someday cheer for the next big star. But today, it was just him and the others vying for their place on the team. The coaches called everyone together. A few were familiar faces, some players he’d seen on the highlight reels, while others were unknowns, just as hungry for this opportunity as he was. "Alright, gentlemen," a deep voice rang out. "This is it. We’re not here for a warm-up. We’re here to see who’s got the skills to be a part of the Dodgers. Don’t hold back. Show us what you’ve got." The drills began—agility tests, speed sprints, passing accuracy, and scrimmages. Caden moved with a sharpness he hadn’t felt before, pushing himself to his limits in every drill. Each time he sprinted, every cut he made, he was thinking about the spot on the team, about the coaches watching every move, judging whether he had what it took to play for the Dodgers. His muscles burned with effort, but he pushed through it, blocking out the fatigue and focusing only on what was in front of him. During the scrimmage, he was in his element. Running routes, making catches, evading tackles—he felt like he was in perfect rhythm. The ball came his way on the last play, a tight spiral just over the defenders' heads. He reached for it, leaping into the air and catching it with one hand, securing the ball with an effortless ease that left a few of the other players in awe. Caden’s confidence soared. He wasn’t just participating anymore—he was showing them that he belonged. That he was good enough to wear that Dodger jersey. After the scrimmage ended, the coaches gathered the group for the final evaluations. Caden’s chest heaved as he caught his breath, his body buzzing with adrenaline. He tried to keep his expression neutral, but inside, he was replaying every moment of the tryout, wondering if it had been enough. The head coach, a grizzled veteran with a reputation for being tough but fair, walked down the line of players. Caden stood tall, trying to steady his nerves, knowing he’d given everything he had. When the coach reached him, he stopped. He didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at Caden, as if weighing him against every other player who had been through these tryouts before. Finally, the coach spoke, his voice low but firm. "Caden Ortiz. You’ve got the skills. You’ve got the drive. Welcome to the Arizona State Dodgers." Caden felt his heart skip a beat. His mind raced as the words settled in. He had made it. He had done it. His hard work, his sacrifices—everything had led to this moment. "Report back tomorrow," the coach continued, nodding toward the field. "We start drills at 6 AM sharp. Be ready." Caden could hardly contain his grin as the weight of the moment hit him. He had made the elite team. The Arizona State Dodgers. He had earned his place. As he walked off the field, a rush of pride flooded him. This was just the beginning. The real work was about to start. But for now, he allowed himself a moment to savor the victory. |
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Rose listened as the coaches explained what they were doing and what they were looking for. A couple girls looked like they were still working on their high-school diploma, and a few looked just plain cocky. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes as the coaches dismissed them to their designated courts. Rose walked and grabbed a ball, glancing around at the 3 courts that dominated the space between the seat sides. She smiled as she completed ratation after rotation, pass after pass, hit after hit. She watched the coaches watching her, hoping she was enough to make the team and play for them. It amazed her how many of these girls were just as happy as her, even though there was a chance of over half of them being sent off without another word. She beamed as they were called into the center of the courts, all sweating and smiling. The coaches confered for a bit before joing the swarm of over 50 girls in the middle. "We'll read off the names, and if you hear yours, talk to us afterwards. Katrina, Rose, Josey, Amelia..." The coach went on, but Rose wasn't litening anymore until the coach looked up from her sheet. "Thank you all for coming out." The coach added while the chosen few stayed in the middle and waited as the dismissed girls left. Rose beamed, arms crossed with happiness. "Practice starts tomorrow at 7am, be here or your spot might be given away. I am Head Coach Natasha, or Nat, and these are coaches Kate and Olivia. We'll order jerseys with your numbers tomorrow." Coach Natasha said, nodding ind dismissal |
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Caden walked off the field, the weight of the coach’s words still echoing in his ears. Welcome to the Arizona State Dodgers. He couldn’t believe it. He’d made it. After years of sacrifice, countless hours of practice, and moments of doubt, he had earned his place among the best. His legs felt like lead as he moved toward the locker room, but a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. It was all worth it—the early mornings, the missed hangouts with friends, the soreness in his muscles that had become a permanent part of him. This was what he had worked for. This was the culmination of everything. As he entered the locker room, the buzz of conversation seemed distant, muffled by the pounding in his ears. He spotted a few other players who’d made the cut, their faces a mix of exhaustion and pride, each of them wearing the same uniform that would soon become their second skin. One of them, a tall wide receiver named Jamal, caught Caden’s eye. He raised an eyebrow and flashed a grin. “Looks like you made the team, Ortiz. You’ve got some moves.” Caden chuckled, still trying to process the fact that this was really happening. “Thanks, man. You too.” Jamal clapped him on the shoulder, clearly in a good mood. “It’s not just about the moves, though. It’s about the grind. They’ll push you harder than you’ve ever been pushed. But if you’ve got what it takes, you’ll make it. The question is—how bad do you want it?” Caden nodded, a spark of determination lighting up inside him. How bad do I want it? That was the question. The answer was simple. He wanted it more than anything. He sat down at his locker, his thoughts racing as he began to pull off his pads. The weight of what lay ahead settled on him, and for the first time in a long while, the reality of being part of an elite team started to sink in. The next chapter wasn’t going to be easy. The coaches would demand more. His teammates would expect more. But Caden was ready for it. He wasn’t here by accident. A few moments later, the door to the locker room opened again, and the head coach walked in, his presence immediately commanding attention. He stood at the front, his gaze sweeping over the group of new recruits, all of them now officially part of the team. “Alright, listen up!” the coach barked, his voice cutting through the air. “You’ve made the cut. You’ve shown us what you’ve got. But this is just the beginning. Tomorrow, we hit the ground running. The Dodgers are one of the most successful programs in the country, and I expect every single one of you to put in the work to stay here.” Caden’s spine straightened. The coach’s words weren’t empty. They had weight. And Caden understood. Nothing would be handed to him. He had to prove himself every day. “We start at 6 AM sharp,” the coach continued. “Be ready to push your limits. And if you think it’s tough now, just wait. This is the ASC level. If you don’t have the mentality to fight for your spot, you won’t last long.” The locker room fell silent. The intensity in the coach’s voice made it clear that there was no room for complacency. No one was guaranteed anything, not even the starting positions. It would be a daily battle. Caden locked eyes with Jamal again, who gave him a nod. It was a silent promise: they would all be in this together, but each of them was fighting for their own future. There was no room for weakness. When the coach finished his speech, the players began to file out, heading toward the exit. Caden pulled on his hoodie, grabbed his bag, and followed the others, his mind already spinning with thoughts of the grueling practices to come. As he stepped out into the cool Arizona evening, the weight of the day hit him all at once. He had made it this far, but the real work was just beginning. He would need to prove himself all over again tomorrow—and the next day, and the next. But for now, as he walked toward his car, Caden allowed himself a moment of peace. He had earned this. He had made the team. And no matter what, he was going to make sure he stayed there. |
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