My brother was being very abstemious before his soccer game. It was the first of the season and he knew he had a sensitive stomach; he didn't want to sit out on the first game. He was being extra loquacious, explaining all about the upcoming season. Soccer is a big deal to him, he has been playing ever since he started school. The difference is, this year was his last year of elementary, making him very capricious. His excitement came from the first game of the year. They were playing against a team in purple shirts, though I don't know what that means. His nervousness came from playing on a team higher up than his age, he was an extremely skilled soccer player so he was playing with the older kids, which was terrifying to him.
We got to the field and I instantly asked my mom for some money for the concession stand, to which she said no. I didn't complain though, I knew she was extremely parsimonious; I don't know why I even bothered asking.
My brother and his team were very obsequious to the coach, doing exercises and running without second thought. Honestly I don't know how they stand it, I would be so done by half of the first lap!
Alas, the game finally started. To my surprise, the other team was very egregious. My brother's team score almost seven to none on their team. I was thinking it would be an easy game, but then things went sideways.
My brother and another kid were next to each other when the kid fell over. The referee called foul ball for my brother pushing him over (A/N: sorry if that is wrong, I don't really know soccer terms lmao), and my brother was mad.
He started shouting, claiming he never knocked anyone over. He was being very audacious. After the fight, he got kicked out of the game. Walking to the car everyone looked at him like he was ignominious, understandably so.
My mom was mad when we got in the car; shouting at him and being very captious. I felt a little bad for him, honestly. He tried to explain that he didn't push the kid over, but he is very perfidious, so I don't know whether I trust him or not.
At home he went to his room and slammed the door shut. I shrugged and thought about how odd of a day it was.
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ContoWhen I was younger, I used to have such weird ideas for stories, so I thought it would be a good idea to type them all out, and just get my ideas out to the world like younger me wanted to. Now here I am, living my dreams (kind of literally because...
