2 weeks later I'm out of the hospital but I still have regular check ups. Jorge and I stand hand in hand on the edge of the soccer fields. Good thing I broke my right and he broke his left.
"C'mon!" I say walking to the middle of the field. Jorge trailing behind me I lay on my back, the sun setting behind the mountains stars shining as the dark arises them. Jorge lays next to me, we stare at the stars for a while.
"Dusty?" Jorge says.
"Yes," I say softly.
Jorge smiles, "I'm glad you chose us."
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Shooting for the goal
RomansaAn emotional teenager goes through some rough patches trying to find her way.
