Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
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I was starting to lose hope. Soccer was everything to me and I was struggling in the chair I sat in, across from Coach Daniels.
"I don't know, Santos." Coach Daniels says with a sympathetic look. "The principle was clear on how the rest of this year might go for you with the concern of soccer."
My fingernails dig into the palm of my hands. It was like principal Lance was trying to purposefully hold onto any chance I have at playing in the finals. He didn't want me to be involved in any sort of activities or games that concern soccer until after the investigation of the sent video of Mercer and I.
"This is unfair. I did nothing wrong." I argued.
Silence hovered between us before she moves in the rolly chair. "Maybe there is a way for you to play in the finals."
My head lifts and give her my full attention. She taps her chin with her pointer finger as if she was contemplating her next words. That was before she got up and reached for a drawer. She pulls out a file and places it on the desk.
"What is that?"
"A form for participants." She reaches over and grabs a pen. "This is a form that you are agreeing for your behavior to be monitored. I too think this unfair, Genevieve, which is why we're going to do something about it to secure you. All is not at a loss."
"Coach?" I questioned with a raised brow. What was she on about?
"Just before the start of Thanksgiving break, I got a call from a scout. They called because they are interested in two girls from Durant High. You, my dear, are one of them." She smiles.
My heart nearly stops at her words. A scout called. For me?
"W-What? Are you serious?" I say in disbelief.
Coach's smile widens and she nods. "Yes," She hands over another piece of paper. "How would your parents feel that their daughter has been accepted to attend the University of San Diego on a full ride."
"Seriously?" My eyes sting. I couldn't hold back my tears of excitement. I nearly cried out in joy at the fact that I was accepted on a full-ride. "Is this real?"
