Broken and Fixed

Is That Gum?

"Go with it, Meg!" my coach yells from the sideline.

I looked up from the ball, after I had firmly settled it. I had good fifteen yards before the eighteen line. I start to drive full speed into the space ahead. I reach the eighteen, fake a shot, do a crife turn, and dribble right around the defender. I reach the goalie and do a sole roll around her as she dives for the ball. I pass it into the back of the net with ease.

Trust me, I'm not a ball hog. While I was in the process of doing everything that just happened, I was listening to my teammates telling me to keep going in the background.

The crowd in the bleachers erupt into cheering and applause. I turn to them and pump both fists into the air before I brace myself for Alex. I turn back to the middle of the field just in time to see her sprinting at me at 80% of her maximum speed.

Through all the pain with my father, she was the only close friend who stayed and I couldn't thank her enough. Now, we are in our senior year together after all of the shit we both went through, we were better friends then ever.

Alex was an only child up until ninth grade when her mother announced that she was pregnant with a baby girl. She died two days after she was born. The baby had come two months early.

Alex was heart broken but I helped her like she helped me with my dad all those years. I was soon bombarded by a group hug from the rest of my team.

It was our last game of the fall season until futsal started up again. Both our team and theirs' had been tied 0-0. The ref had called a break because there were so many aggressive plays, so there was six minutes of extra time. The ref, then, decided to give our team a one minute break to change the line up.

Coach put me as a forward because, why not. I mean we needed just one goal to win the fall playoffs. So I was moved up from my center midfield position to forward. Obviously, you know that I just scored. Right after my goal the whistle that signals the end of the game blew so I guess that was the last play.
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When I woke up Monday morning (the next day) I feel very sore and let out a mix between a groan and a yawn.

"Well, that was attractive."

Forgetting all the pain I was in, I sprang out of bed. I literally trampled Dom. He only came home when it was a special occasion or if he was on break. Oh shit, is it a special occasion? I really hope he's on winter break. I mean, it is early December and I don't know when his break starts. I only know that I'm counting down the days until mine.

As if he read my mind he spoke up, "My winter break started yesterday and I'm spending it here. I asked if I could wake you up, but you did that on your own in your weird Meghany way."

Like he has never done that! Okay, he probably hasn't... but still! Ooh, I wonder if he brought Adalyn with him. My eyes must have lit up because he then told me that she is downstairs.

I shooed him out of my room and slipped on a tourney t shirt from the Alabama tournament we played over the summer and a pair of sweatpants.

In the process of practically flying down the stairs, I remember about my hair. While turning around to go back up to my room, I shuffled a bit until I fully regained my balance.

When I finally made it into the kitchen, I saw Addie and Dom sipping their coffee mugs.

"Good morning!" Addie chirped. I gave her an eager grin in return.

"I made you pan-" Dom started but then was elbowed in the ribs by his girlfriend.

"I made you pancakes. I'm the one who's taking the culinary classes."