Bloodshed.

1

"BALL. . . BALL!" I shout running into open space from my spot at right center back. My left outside back sees my slant and plays me a good ball. I receive it and start pushing back the mid field giving my team time to advance the back line. I continue to carry the ball up the field aware of how close a defender was to me. I send the ball up field and start to jog back to my spot when I get shoulder checked. I stumble but recompose myself and get back to my spot. A few moments later a ball gets sent through and I rush to settle it out of the air. What I didn't expect was to receive an elbow to my temple. I fall to my knees as my brain has just gone on a rollercoaster in my skull. Thick dark red blood runs down the side of my face. "What the fuck. Do that shit again. See what happens!" Daniele shouts pushing herself off of the shitty turf.

"Oh fuck off. I barely touched you!" The taller blonde states.

"Keep Chirping, tweety." Daniele says as she walks back to her team.

"Number 27 come here!" The ref shouts. Daniele can only shake her head as she jogs to the ref. "you're bleeding from your head your done for the match and then the show you put on with number 3 I'm issuing you two yellow cards. One for foul language and the other for unsportsmanlike Conduct with this being said you have now been issued a one-game suspension and you are to leave the field."

"Bruh. She put her hands on me first and she's going to walk away uncarded."

"From my view, she did not engage in any inappropriate conduct."

"Go get your eyes checked," Daniele says as she jogs to her coach. Her team would now have to play a man down. Her coach grabs her harshly by her arm and drags her away from the bench. "What we're you thinking? Huh. To get ejected. I should kick you off the team for this. Do you know who's here?" He says sternly.

"No".

"Well you wanna know who. Jill Ellis is with the senior national team to look at YOU. And you just ruined it. Now grab your stuff head to the bathroom and change into your school clothes and take a seat in the stands." Daniele nods and jogs to the field house. She removes her cleats and slams them on the floor. She decides now isn't the time to take out her anger and changes from the school kit into the clothes she had worn to school today. She changed back into her black ripped skinny jeans, a grey carhartt hoodie, a black and grey flannel, and a grey beanie, she finished off the outfit with Jordan 1 retros high shadow. I packed up my now bloody kit and washed the drying blood off my face. I threw my kit bag over my back and walked to stands. I sat in the front row and cheered on my team. I had gotten thrown out in the 50th minute out of an 80 minute match. We were able to hold on to the score of 1-0 when I got ejected and Savannah was able to bag another giving us the 2-0 win over the 4th ranked team in our district of Ohio. Once the whistle blew she walked down the steps of the bleachers making sure to not crease her shoes as she made her way towards her team. She congratulated her teammate Sav on the brace and her keeper for saving some really great shots as they had just beat an unbeaten team. 14 games deep into the season. I hang with a few of my teammates before my goalkeeper Taylor pulls my sleeve. "Heads up, 3's on a rampage."

"Thanks Tay." I say as I stare at the tall chick storming across the field. She gets to my sideline and spots me. She walks right up to me and punches me swiftly across the face. I eat the hit and just stare at her keeping my face expressionless. She goes to throw another punch that I block. "I'm not going to hit you. Leave while you can". I seethe remembering who was in attendance for the game and could still be watching me.

"Or what bitch!" She roars like a demented lion. pulling everyone's attention.

"I'm not going to fight you. Get out of here." I seethe.

"You bitch-made for real." She shouts.

"Ayo look I'll knock your ass out any day but I ain't getting charged so get the fuck outta here while you can walk." I say keeping my voice low.