The coach led Olivia to his car. He needed to give her some papers.
"You have a talent for this game. I saw it right away," Mr. Brackney said.
"Thank you."
"What's your name?"
"Peter. Peter Flavel."
"OK, I'm Coach Brackney. You are under sixteen right?"
Olivia in her disguise didn't look like she was 17. Of course if she was using her brother's identity. She could have said her real age if she wanted, then all this would be over, but she wanted to play so badly.
"I'm thirteen."
"Fine. Here are the papers. Fill them out. Here is the permission slip, have your parents sign it. Finally, here is your medical permission. Have your doctor fill it out. Bring them all back to me and we can get started. I can't wait to have you on my team."
Olivia started to worry a little bit. But she didn't say anything. As Olivia was about to walk away. "One minute," Coach Brackney said. Then he gave her a volleyball uniform. It consisted of shorts, a t-shirt with the team's logo and some matching socks.
"Before you go, I want you to meet the team. We start practice in half an hour. You can join in."
"OK."
"Hey, put on your uniform and you can even practice with us. It's really not allowed until you get the forms signed. But I won't tell if you won't. One other thing, it looks like your hair is a bit long under your cap. You should cut it. The league doesn't allow caps and you would look foolish in a ponytail."
Olivia went off to get changed. If she was going to play, she would have to cut her long hair. If her hair wasn't short there would be no way to maintain the illusion that she was a teenage boy, not a young woman. She had no choice, Olivia hacked off her hair short and tried to comb it into a reasonable boyish style.
She then put on the uniform. The t-shirt was fine and of course socks are socks, but in the shorts there was an obvious problem. They laid too flatly against her stomach. But it was too late to quit. She had already cut off her hair. This wasn't going to stop her, she put a sock in her crotch and hoped it would be OK.
She was finally ready and presented herself to the coach.
The coach looked at her and said with a rye smile, "I didn't mean you should cut your hair off now."
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