Ohia_Lehua
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Olympia Summers had gotten into college for sports more so then grades. As her high school's start pole vaulter and state champion the offers from colleges came from all over the United States. When she heard from UCLA she got her hopes up, forgetting in the hush of excitement that her parents would never left her move so far away for something as "goal less" as sports. Her entire life they have been strict with her. Shorts were always knee length though her Father preferred her in jeans. Nothing every too flashy or cropped to show skin. Even tank tops earned her a stern look from her parents. And that was just about the way she dressed, you could imagine how the rest of it went. No boyfriends, no boys over the house and it didn't matter if her parents were home or not. She wasn't ever allowed to sleep over at her friend's house and she had to be in the house before dark.
Pia took the last folded shirt out of the box and placed it in the drawer. The dorm room was a two person shared but the half that was her's was bigger then her room at home and it was easy to fit everything into it with space to fill. Pia tossed the empty box against her bed with the other two. Even if she was only three hours from home this felt like a whole new world. It was kind of intense and overwhelming but she was ready for this, wasn't she?
On her bed laid the training uniforms for the track and field team. The top was made out of some kind athletic material and hugged her body. It also managed to be a tank top that ran short of meeting with the top of her shorts leaving about an inch of exposed skin of midriff. And the shorts! Thy were made of the same dark blue stretchy material and was higher then the length of her fingers. Added with the way that it hugged and clung to her, Pia could only imagine what her Father would say.
His voice rang out in her head and Pia burst out laughing. She didn't have to listen to him anymore. At least not in this matter.
When Pia was younger and had wanted to join the swim team her bad balked at the idea. He claimed it was dangerous but Pia knew it was because of the swimsuits so when he suggested the track and field team she went out of her way to work at joining the most dangerous event, pole vaulting. Which didn't phase her Father at all even thought it was more dangerous then swimming.
Pia checked the rubber wrist watch for the time and quickly changed into her training uniform. Today was the first day of practice with the team's newest members, a week the older class men called the Freshmen Flood. When she was fully dressed Pia looked at herself in the mirror. She looked different. Her shoulder were pulled back and her head was held high. Her Father would have a fit if he say her and she knew that it was for his benefit that she slipped on a pair of workout pants and a baggy shirt. Her sports bag was already packed with a clean set of clothing, soaps and a half towel and she picked it up on her way out and threw it over her shoulder.
Now if Pia remembered it correctly the field was past Sproul Hall and would take her about 15 minutes to get there. She had left early just in case and gave herself a good 20 minutes of cushion time.
Pia took the last folded shirt out of the box and placed it in the drawer. The dorm room was a two person shared but the half that was her's was bigger then her room at home and it was easy to fit everything into it with space to fill. Pia tossed the empty box against her bed with the other two. Even if she was only three hours from home this felt like a whole new world. It was kind of intense and overwhelming but she was ready for this, wasn't she?
On her bed laid the training uniforms for the track and field team. The top was made out of some kind athletic material and hugged her body. It also managed to be a tank top that ran short of meeting with the top of her shorts leaving about an inch of exposed skin of midriff. And the shorts! Thy were made of the same dark blue stretchy material and was higher then the length of her fingers. Added with the way that it hugged and clung to her, Pia could only imagine what her Father would say.
His voice rang out in her head and Pia burst out laughing. She didn't have to listen to him anymore. At least not in this matter.
When Pia was younger and had wanted to join the swim team her bad balked at the idea. He claimed it was dangerous but Pia knew it was because of the swimsuits so when he suggested the track and field team she went out of her way to work at joining the most dangerous event, pole vaulting. Which didn't phase her Father at all even thought it was more dangerous then swimming.
Pia checked the rubber wrist watch for the time and quickly changed into her training uniform. Today was the first day of practice with the team's newest members, a week the older class men called the Freshmen Flood. When she was fully dressed Pia looked at herself in the mirror. She looked different. Her shoulder were pulled back and her head was held high. Her Father would have a fit if he say her and she knew that it was for his benefit that she slipped on a pair of workout pants and a baggy shirt. Her sports bag was already packed with a clean set of clothing, soaps and a half towel and she picked it up on her way out and threw it over her shoulder.
Now if Pia remembered it correctly the field was past Sproul Hall and would take her about 15 minutes to get there. She had left early just in case and gave herself a good 20 minutes of cushion time.
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