The Penalty

Chapter 1

All I saw inside my head was these swirls. Almost like words being erased on a paper and the smear being left behind. It was time to get up, my alarm didnt go off so of course I would be late for morning practice. Last night my soccer ball slipped and went into the highway so I wouldn't have a ball either. My couch would be frustrated and I would be starving, enough to eat the grass because I won't have enough time to eat breakfast. Yup today is going to be the best day of my life.
AFTER PRACTICE
Rushing to my first class, which was boring old science one of my books slipped out of my hand. You would never guess which book it was, my science book along with my wooksheet. I got into the classroom with all the pairs of eyes starring at me. Then I felt it, I already new that my cheeks where cherry red and I was biting my lip. I tried to move but my feet where like power glued to the floor. I felt like running out of the classroom right there. So I did. I raced across the school yard and into the soccer fields. There where a few soccer balls left laying around on the field for after school practice so I got one and started shooting into the net. Every time it went in and blasted back out to me bouncing from the inside of the net. Just the feeling of me, Lani Coldweldch, being who I really am every once in a blue moon eases me when I'm under stress or nervous for something. Even just starring at a soccer ball for a little while will calm me down. Like with happened in the classroom an hour ago that got my palms sweaty and my heart beating faster than a racecar on a race track. I finally was calmed. Right when I thought everything was better it was terrifyingly worse. I looked over and my eyes bulged in wonder. What was happening? A screeching noise clogged my ears and rushed to my head. I heard screaming in pain and agony a few blocks away. I took a step forward to realize red white and blue colors spinning in circles going along with the noise of a siren, hospital vans pulled up upon the streets sidewalks as if they weren't even there. A second later I heard another voice sounding quite familiar. It was screaming and yelling in fear and sounding like the worst thing had just happened. My thought had told me to start walking upon the situation on which happened, so I knew I should listen, but instead of walking I ran. As I got closer smoke filled the air and the screaming became louder as if somebody was about to die. There was yellow tape around what had happened but I ducked under not even to care. A long body was laying on a stretcher as many police and caring helpers where rushing into one of the hospital vans. Another group of police men where surrounding a boy about 13, my age. He was pointing to something I couldn't quite tell what, under his breath he was laying on the hard concrete and glass was surrounding him, in his hand a slim piece of clear silver like glass went straight through, starting at his palm and coming through the outside of his hand. It was resting in a puddle. It was like he had dipped his hand in red red paint. He couldn't see me but I could see him. A giant tall man walked over to him and slightly lifted his back up. Then I saw what I had heard on the soccer fields, a piercing screech went back through my ears. The boy started to yell and I heard his voice. I knew that voice, I couldn't see his face but I knew who he was. The boy sitting and laying in a wet red puddle was now being put into a stretcher and being rushed to another hospital van. I can't guess who it is, because I know who it is.
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