Soccer Girl

Observing

Skylar walked down the street, just as she came…soaking wet. Her hair was still a bit damp from the shower she had taken at Toby’s house, and her clothes were soaking wet from pulling them out of the washing machine, halfway done being washed. She crossed her arms over her chest. Her hair was not up, but down beside her head that she bowed. At first when she left his house, she had no idea where to go, since she has never been to Toby’s house before, and didn’t know her way back. She walked down the street to the end. She read the name on the sign. She has never heard of it before, Sureflight Cress. She walked down the street crossing it, called Artbee cress. She followed down that street until she came to an intersection. She has passed this intersection many times on her way to soccer. She decided to follow the path she knew to her soccer field. Once she got there, she would know exactly where to go, and not get lost for sure.

       She reached the field, and decided that instead of heading back home, she wanted to just sit underneath of the large tree that was near. She went and sat down. She sat there, and just watched the world around her.  The ground was dry despite the heavy storm that was encountered the night before. She watched the children run around, and the young skateboarders tryng to impress the girls. It was quite entertaining to watch. They would smile at the girls, and skate by them. They’d attempt at a trick and sometimes get it. These boys were smart though. Skylar could tell though, when the boys did their tricks, the times that they had messed up and fell over were being done on purpose. They knew that the girls would think that it was cute, and come over to help. Skylar saw them acting in pain, but when the boys looked at each other, she could see their smiles start to appear.

      Skylar had wished that she had the life of the younger teenagers. Her being sixteen really didn’t do her any justice. Only two more years until she wasn’t a teenager anymore, and that’s when things will start to get tougher than it already is. She wished that she could go back in time, when she was young. She wished that maybe if she did something different, she wouldn’t be where she was today. Maybe if she went to more sleepovers instead of staying out all night playing soccer, she’d be like some of the other girls. She wouldn’t have gained her love for soccer, so this problem of running and hiding form someone, being a threat because she is better at a sport than she is, wouldn’t really be a problem at all. Sometimes she just wished that she was more like the other girls. Always pretty, and always perfect, all of the boys like them. No one ever really liked Skylar. She was always one of the guys, well; at least she tried to be. None of the girls ever liked her because she was too “guy-ish”, but truth was, Skylar isn’t all “be one of the guys” and  always getting dirty playing soccer. She loved acting like a girl, and she hated not being clean, but none of the other girls knew that. Everyone thought that Skylar was the type of girl who was always one of the guys, and so the guys never thought of her in the way that they thought of other girls. All Skylar ever wanted to do was get swept off her feet by prince charming, and have the other girls realize that she’s just like them, except she plays soccer.

     Skylar felt a droplet from above hit her head, and she jumped at a flashback of the night before. A tear almost escaped her, but she managed to blink it away. As she jumped, she sat up more proper, and turned around looking up, placing her right arm on the ground. She realized that it wasn’t rain, but a drop of water that fell from a leaf from tree above her. She was relieved that it wasn’t a new shower of rain, and was only some left over water that had fallen form a leaf.

    She continued watching her surroundings, until a voice made her tense. It wasn’t right next to her, but it wasn’t too far away. She starred at a path in the direction in which it came from, when she spotted a group of boys walking. They were all wearing jeans, but some of different shades. One wore a white t-shirt with very neon, graffiti like design on it. Another wore a black tight fitted t-shirt, and the third wore a grey sweater. The boy’s grey sweater included greys of different shades on it.