The Vanished

Part Two

     I'm on offense instead of goalie, because this is a good team. The kick off starts and I pass the ball to a teammate I spot down the field. But she can't get to the ball in time and the other team steals it. 

     Through dirty playing, they make 3 goals before coach puts me in the goal at half time. I warm up my catching with my friend before the whistle is blown.

     My team is able to keep good defense and offense, scoring 4 goals. The other team is making their way down the field. 

     They shoot the ball through a gap in our defense. I catch the ball and land hard on my back. The ball is tucked in my arms, but I feel a strong leg kick it from my hands and into the goal. 

     I stand up and yell at the kid, "Hey you can't do that!" 

     I look to the ref and raise my hands. The ref doesn't count the goal and we get a penalty kick. I'm moved from the goal to offense and the other goalie is put in. I toss him my gloves as I jog down the field. 

     The ref puts the ball down and blows the whistle. I wind up like I'm about to boot that shit, but I simply pass it into the goal, because the goalie had dived the other way the ball would've gone if I would've actually kicked it. 

     I was running up to the ball, winding up to kick it, when I felt a sharp pain in my ankles and I fell to the ground. I look up to see the ref running up to a kid on the other team, waving a yellow card around. She had slide tackled me, and you can't do that in soccer.

      A slide tackle is where one slides into a players ankles with one leg extended, with intent to knock the other player over. My ankles hurt, badly, but I wanted to finish out the game so I asked to be in goal. The other player sat out and the game continued.

     The game ends we have 7 and the other game has 4. Our team stays on the field to celebrate and just kick the ball around. We usually do that after a game, even if it isn't a home game. Just to be funny, my teammate, who could not catch for his life, got into the goal. 

     So we kicked absolute shit passes, and he still couldn't catch them. Just then, we noticed that the whole other team was standing by the concessions just watching us. Eventually after I purposely biffed a shot, a girl from the other team came up to me. She started raising her voice and pushing me around asking how we won if we were so shit. I shoved her off me and her team started to come behind her.

     My team surrounded me and I can't even remember who gave the first punch, but somehow, we ended up getting into a huge fistfight. The police sirens kept getting closer and the other team, those who could still walk, ran off.

      And because we were good kids, we also ran off, and we were hella fast so we got out of there before we even saw the cars.

*****

     I'm chilling on my bed, braiding my hair into pigtail braids after my shower, when I recieve another text from the unknown number, "Hello Alloe, I think we'll be enjoying this weekend." 

     Like what the actual fuck, what the actual fuck. I pull up Amalia's number and text her, "Who all did you invite this weekend?" 

     Almost immediately she responds, "I invited you, Tom, Kai, and Hallie. Why?" I text back, "No one else? I keep getting weird messages from an unknown number saying creepy ass shit like see you on Saturday." I send her screenshots. 

     She responds, "I don't recognize that number, and our campsite is private. But I will keep an eye out on everyone." 

     I text her back, "Alright thanks baby, love you." She almost immediately responds, "Love you pookie."