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𝑳𝒊𝒛𝒛𝒊𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 as stepped out onto the field. She was dressed in her soccer kit, shin pads, knee high socks and boots. Her was tied up on the back of her head in a messy pony. She walked amongst the other girls towards the coach who was frantically waving them all over. A whistle cut through the air, urging them to hurry up and the girls broke into a run.
"Alright, ladies, I'm going to split you into two teams. Figure out your positions with your team. Me and a couple of other staff are going to be watching you from the side-lines. We'll pick out the best fifteen of you to for the real team. Got it?" The coach yelled over the bristling wind.
A chorus of yes's erupted through the girls and they were divided into teams. Once huddled in a circle with her team, it was determined that Lizzie was to play in defence. Lizzie clasped her hands together and stared up the sky, silently thanking God for letting her be in her actual position.
When everyone was in their positions and ready the coach blew three sharp blows on her whistle signalling the start of the match.
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Isaac wandered through school grounds, enjoying his free period. He had been thinking of the girl he had met a couple of hours ago. In fact, he was still shocked she'd asked to sit with him in chem. He had extremely low self-esteem issues which he could thank his father for.
Chem wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be, he mostly stared at Lizzie the whole time who obviously couldn't be less interested in the lesson. He trooped around the campus of the high school as he had nothing better to do. Mr Harris had set homework, but did Isaac want to do it? Fuck no, he'd probably squeeze it in the night before it was due.
As he wandered past the soccer field a loud shout made his ears prick up a bit.
"Lizzie! Lizzie, over here!"
"Lovely pass, Brown!"
Isaac searched through the mass of girls running around on the pitch before him. He scanned each girl, desperate to find the small brunette although it was proving to be a harder job than he thought given their identical kits.
Suddenly the ball was booted all the way from the bottom of the pitch to the top near Isaac and when he looked, he saw it came from Lizzie who looked slightly flustered and confused as to how she'd managed to do that. The tall boy chuckled in disbelief at the hard kick and moved to sit down on the nearby benches.
He tried to make eye contact with Lizzie or grasp her attention of any sorts, but he had no luck. She was too engrossed in the game. However, after she kicked the ball straight through another player's legs, she noticed the familiar curly haired boy sat amid others. Her features lit up and she raised her hand into an energetic wave to which Isaac returned.
