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Coach's Assistant Part 2
Chapter 2: Team Spirit
Jesse knelt as she set the racket down, a couple of the girls speaking over her shoulders beyond the net as she took a seat, chest heaving from shortness of breath, looking over her shoulder back at the girls, "Great work girls. We are a shoe in for the state cup."
"Coach Jesse," One of the girls says walking over, she has black eyes and long brown hair down to her mid back, "when do we get to be Magical Girls?"
Jesse tensed, glancing over to James who was hurrying into the locker room laving her alone, a bead of sweat running down her forehead, "W-Well you s-see."
Another came over joining the first with enthusiasm, she has short violent hair, "Yeah show us how we transform!"
Jesse started to redden, "I-I-I" and shut her eyes tight before blurting out, "I don't know!"
"If course you don't know," The coach said with a laugh as he entered with a large duffel bag, "Just because it's in your genes girls doesn't mean you can just call it up on demand. You need this."
Coach's Assistant Part 1
Twenty-eight years ago it was discovered that a great power was hidden in the x chromosome, a magical power that could transform young girls into powerhouses. Soon this power was tapped and girls shot to the fore front of the military and police, tapping this power to become "MGs", super heroes, magical girls. But once the genie was uncorked less savory forces found how to tap it. And soon the greatest threat to humanity was Dark MGs, Magical Girls who used their powers for personal gain, for crime. And from there it seeped down, to the civilian population, MG were activated to turn sports into high power super brawls where teams of MGs competed against each other for fame and glory while male sports fell to the wayside. Male fighters and athletes still existed but they became the second hand sport. Less funded, less sponsored, less special.
With that in mind we open our story at Guyer High School where Sophomores Jesse and James are finishing their practice in the gy
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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