Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants

Molly made her “Don’t mess with me” face.
“Fine,” Bridget spat. She strode sullenly into the goal.
She’d never played the position in her life.
Of course this was the moment Eric chose to come
scouting. He couldn’t help smiling at the sight of her, her
hand planted on her stuck-out hip in the goal. She
scowled at him. He scowled back. Sweetly, though.
She was busy making faces at him when a ball came
flying at her. Her reflexes were good. She could hardly
help herself. She snatched it out of the air.
When she saw the disappointment on all the faces,
including Molly’s, she threw the ball behind her, deep into
the goal. Everyone burst into cheers. The long whistle
ended the game. “To the Tacos, twelve to one,” the ref
called.
Bridget looked to Eric. He gave her a thumbs-up. She
curtseyed.
The Pants were good luck, even from the sidelines.
“Carmen! Jesus! What are you doing here?”
Tibby was in her underwear and a T-shirt when
Carmen burst into her room. Carmen had only stopped at
home long enough to dump her suitcase and call her mom
at work.
She threw herself at Tibby, nearly mowing her friend
down. She slapped a kiss onto the side of Tibby’s face
and promptly started to cry.
“Oh, Carma,” Tibby said, leading her friend over to
her unmade bed and sitting her down.
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