The average soccer girl/ stopped

Chapter 1

Sara's pov: "Come on mom, I'm going to be late to soccer." I screamed while I ran out the door.
" You're not going to be late, calm down and have you seen my keys sweetie."
" That's it I'm walking to practice, pick me up at 7:05 exactly.
"Be careful."
"Great," I thought to my self. " A 30 minute walk and it's about to rain."
My mom usually does car pool so I jogged to the best goalie in the worlds house.
"Sara? Sara why are you running, it's pouring rain?"
"Long story Hanna,I'll tell you on our way to practice."
"When's the last time you looked at your phone?"
"Before I left my house,why?" I ask as I pull out my crappy flip phone. "Holy crap, my mom texted me like 1000 times.
"We have no practice you dum dum. Coached cancelled from weather conditions."
" No, no. I have my entire scheduled planned out and going to soccer is a key part of that schedule. I get home, do my homework, get ready for soccer-"
"Sara-"
"Then I go to soccer, get home, eat dinner, shower and go to bed."
"Sara, just go to a park and play soccer."
"Will you come with me?"
"Heck to the no, Liverpool is on."
"Fine, just be a coach potato." I said as I slowly jogged to the soccer field.