Hey Everyone! I've had this idea twirling around in my head for a while, and finally decided to write it out. Okay, I've tried writing 'movie fics' before, and they were not very good. So, I went and wrote a few fics for books. Anyway, now I'm more experienced, and hopefully better at it:)

Since this is kind of my first attempt at a movie fic, PLEASE be nice. I don't like flames because most people don't keep in mind there is another person at the end, reading thatflame. So, CONSTRUCTIVE criticism is allowed but keep it nice please:)


Regina's POV

I just stood there, with my arms crossed across my chest. I don't know what happened. He was running, ramming through those Dallas boys, dodging, jumping over them. Then he was tackled. We lost by mere inches. Now he sits there, I really don't know what he's thinking, but he's in the same spot he fell at.

I walked over and knelt next to him. Then, he looked over at me. I just weakly smiled, stood up, and offered my hand to him. Mike Winchell did not deserve that. He worked his ass off this season, he takes care of his mother, and tries his best in school. He did not deserve to lose state. What he did deserve, was all the glory and happiness in the world.

As I walked back to the sidelines, Brian Chavez looked at me, and nodded. My dad still looked like he didn't believe it, but he'd recover real soon, because he had a team to be strong for.

And what was I in this situation?

I was the coach's daughter, a friend to the whole team. And at this moment, I was there to comfort them. It was something most of them dreamed about, winning state. It was right there, in the palm of our hands. We were loosely holding on, but it slipped out of our grip.

So I suppose you want to know how we got here, and what happened between that. I'm Rachel Gaines, 17 years old and a senior at Odessa High, home of the Permian Panthers. My father is the head coach, Coach Gary Gaines, I'm best friends with Brian Chavez and this is my story.


So? How was it for a first chapter? I know it's not very much, but I wanted to kind of give you an idea.

R&R : No flames, they'll be used to warm my house! Constructive criticism: Sure! but please be nice!