As 14 names ticked by she felt herself getting a little more anxious, then…<br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Jessica Carr</span><br/><br/>“Jesus”, she finally exhaled, what a relief…<br/><br/>She just stood there for a few moments, then, with a semi-wild fist pump, came a “Fuck yeah!” She glanced around a bit sheepishly, but no less gleefully, as some of the girls (both standing and sitting) shot her a few looks.  She slunk quietly into the chair, but a wide grin was plastered to her face, on the end of the ‘U’.  She had actually made it!  With no football experience whatsoever, she had made it.  As the last name flicked across the screen and the music began to die down she looked around for what would come next.<br/><br/>She had spent the better part of the morning pacing around her living room waiting for a respectable hour to drive to the stadium.  Why couldn’t they have just sent out an e-mail it would be so much less nerve-racking.  Her hair was wavy today, hanging back over her shoulders as she slumped into the seat.  She was wearing a pair of pink converse, leg-hugging purple jeggings and a bright neon yellow raglan short sleeved shirt loosely hanging off one of her shoulders, revealing one of her black bra straps on the other shoulder.<br/><br/>She wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but she really didn’t care for the moment.  She was still on her own little high.  She couldn’t have cared less what the sour girls said.  She had seen gymnasts be way bitchier than that, upon not getting selected.<br/><br/>She looked around the ‘U’ at the two girls who had spoken, one with her hand raised.  Jess let out a tinkle of laughter, but held her tongue, grinning despite herself.   She was still too happy to say anything contemptuous or cleverly cutting.<br/><br/>Then her gaze came over a man standing behind the coach, leaning against the wall.  He looked a tad dishevelled, but with an air of ‘almost put together’.  She was just so happy and relieved anything could set her off.  His face was rigid and emotionless then at the last moment he winked at her.  The giddy nineteen year old couldn’t help but shoot the man back a smile before scanning the room again.