I don't realize that class ended until the crowd of students previously in seats, start racing outside the classroom and squeezing through the door. As I try to pack up quickly the realization dawns on me for the second time that I have soccer practice. I know that it's weird to be a soccer captain that hates soccer but that's my life. Nobody knows though, my family is freakishly good at everything and was always just average until I found soccer. I knew that I was good at soccer but I hated it. Every time I began to play was just a reminder that this is all that I'm good at, that this is why my family cares about me. but when I get through the locker room doors I plaster on my fake smile, the one that I had gotten so good at using, and push the doors open.
practice is just like normal, I yelled at Noah a few times while he stood there with an infuriatingly hot smirk, I ran some drills with the team and we had a mini-game.
" alright great practice, lets's go hit the showers and head home!" I clap my hands. As I get in the shower I begin humming a melody for a song that I've been working on quietly not wanting a repeat of the last practice. after I put on my clothes I look around only to find that Brooke and Alexis are nowhere to be found. recalling our agreement for occasions like this I head to the front stairwell to text Brooke. As I'm typing out my message I vaguely hear voices when suddenly in a flurry of activity the entire boy's soccer team appears to spawn into the stairwell I'm standing in. None of the boys can see me because I am short and no one was paying attention anyways since they were too busy shoving each other around, I try backing up when I suddenly slip and go flying backward I see a face quickly as I feel a hand grabbing onto my arm. But it's not enough I slip out of their reach and tumble down the stairs hitting what feels like every limb before I finally stop on the landing and hit my head. All of the voices slowly fade into static and then into nothing. my eyes close shut as I let the darkness consume me and let my last feeling be the warmth and comfort of my sweater.
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moonlit Nights
Teen Fiction"I want a fictional relationship so badly." "what?" "the kind of relationship where the people made for each other, where they so in love that the other ones sadness hurts them." "Does this include activities?" "I want to dance with him in the livi...
