Category: “Technical Foul”

Snooping Season

charlaalbardi1 Comment

I can’t believe that I snuck into the coach’s office that easily. They really must trust me just because my parents are rich. Should’ve known better… my first day of snooping and I already stumble upon something odd. A check written by Karen? Who on earth is Karen and why is she writing a hefty check out to the basketball coach? I was going to take a break from getting into people’s business because it was getting boring, but looks like I’m back in business. I must get to the bottom of this, and if it takes exposing someone, well, that’s exactly what I’ll have to do.

Dressed to Un-impress

Eutie Lornandez4 Comments

*Scene background music: https://youtu.be/_jiEz7M8VSQ?t=195 (3:15 until end)*

It’s finally Chuck’s big game, and I’m so excited to watch him play. I got my hair styled to look extra nice before heading over to the high school. As I am driving, I can’t help but notice a weird pulling in my stomach. Is this guilt? No, of course not… well, maybe. Look, I know what I did was (slightly) wrong, but I had the best intentions. I was just looking out for my boy—any mother would have done the exact same thing if they had the means to. 

I quickly dismiss it and squint my eyes as I find a place to park. So many cars are already here, but there can’t be that many people who showed up to watch tonight, right? The pulling feeling soon returns in my core, and I bite my tongue as I beat another mom driving a minivan to claim a spot. It takes me a few seconds to realize that my knuckles are white from clutching the wheel so hard. Calm down, Karen. Take a deep breath.

I make my way to the gymnasium where I hear music blasting and conversations murmuring. And just as I feared, the gym is absolutely packed. Nearly everyone in town came out to watch the game. Normally, I’d be ecstatic about so many people coming to watch Chuck play, but my reputation will be tarnished if they all knew what I did. Maybe they won’t even notice, I try to reassure myself.

With buckled knees and my heartbeat pounding in my ears, I sit by the aisle a couple rows from the court. I remind myself that I’m his mother and cheerleader for life—so, let’s put on a show and get this thing over with.