clubs/sports: Soccer [Centre-Forward] - if that’s okay -
backstory:
Sugar’s fully aware she’s a walking set of cliches; mommy didn’t love her enough to stick around for her first birthday, daddy loved her too much to give her away and thus she ends up the sad rich girl that’s relegated to the queen of mean in every high school movie ever. It’d be funnier if it wasn’t all so tragically predictable. Her father tried his best to be there for her when she was younger, but his clients could only be understanding for so long, no one likes a half focused defense lawyer when they’re trying to beat a murder rap. So nannies had to step in and given the nature of his work, real friends and the chance for play dates were few and far between, so she quickly learned how to entertain herself. Not that the nannies weren’t entertaining, but, thirty-something adults can’t accurately capture the imagination of a kid the way another kid can, no matter how many trips to zoos they try to make the best day ever.
Since money was no object, her father enrolled her in every sport possible to keep her occupied and in hopes of bettering her severely lacking people skills. It worked. Sort of. Sugar only really found soccer to be enjoyable - there was a brief stint where she had high hopes of being a disc golf champion that sadly didn’t pan out - though she did her best to keep up with ballet for a few years both for the dexterity help and those sick outfits. But soccer always held the top place in her heart and she eventually quit everything else in favor of devoting as much time as possible to being the best on the field. Her teammates appreciated her devotion and the donations her father made which often made her question if they liked her for her skills and sparkling personality or because her father could write a good check. She tried not to dwell on it for too long, she had friends, real kids with real sleepovers for her to attend. That counted for something.
High school came around and for the first time in a long time, she wished she had a mother to talk to. The nannies had long since left, her father seeing her fit to look after herself now that she was a teenager and while she still had some of her old teammates, they weren’t people she wanted to confide her fears in. They weren’t those type of friends. More like, soccer associates. Great in those ninety minutes, terrible in a crisis off the pitch. She didn’t even really want her mother, just, a female who she could voice her concerns and hopes to that wouldn’t make fun of her when she asked dumb questions about periods and tell her that boobs don’t just spring up overnight. She made it through, went to some dances and bailed on them as soon as she got enough cute pictures. Maintained a solid 3.8 GPA throughout; and discovered that signing up for AP Psychology wasn’t the complete waste of time that her guidance counselor tried to convince her it was. Her dad even made it to her graduation just in time for the hat toss which, again, counted for something.
Now that she’s set to attend Ginsburg, and she’s cautiously optimistic that with a fresh start far away from where she grew up; she has a shot at a life that’s always been just out of her reach. Doing well in school and soccer are hopefully going to be the easy part since she’s never been one to slack off, she wasn’t hardwired that way. Making friends that are friends because they want to be, and not out of obligation was going to be the difficult part but it was what she was most determined to excel at. She’s always had a terrible habit of saying exactly what’s on her brain at any given moment, which can get on people’s nerves fairly quickly, but she’s been working hard on the whole ‘think more talk less’ thing. She’s also hoping to leave the spoiled rich girl moniker behind in Florida, it’s never been the biggest crowd-pleaser. If she can manage to convince people to take the time to get to know her, really know her, maybe they’ll decide to stick around.
