It All Started With a Football

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I go to my locker and get all my stuff. Katie only gives me a ride in the mornings, in the afternoon I either go to the library to study or the park to read. Today, since I don't have a test tomorrow, I head towards the park that isn't too far away.

I sit down against my favorite tree and start to read.

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I started to read one of my all time favorites, The Giver. I hear the birds chirping and dogs barking. It's a really beautiful September day.

That all is disturbed when some of the football team starts to warm up in the field in front of me.

Damnit I forgot they had to practice here

I decided to ignore them as I continued to read my book. Even though their loud grunts from hitting those dummies could probably be heard from miles away.

It was getting to a good part of the book, but I was kindly distracted by a ball that hit me in the forehead.

"What the fuck?!?" I yelled as I grabbed my forehead. It was throbbing and I could feel a bump starting to form. I didn't even notice Liam Goodman running towards me.

"Are you okay?" He laughs as he looks at me.

"You think this is funny?" I said angry, as I picked up the ball and throwed the ball at him, hitting him the nose. It took me a few seconds to realize what I just did.

"I am so sorry!" I get up and look at his nose. There is lots of blood.

You gave Liam Goodman a bloody nose, everyone's going to hear about it and hate you. Props to you, Isabelle.

He starts to say something, but I panic and start running towards my house. After about ten minutes of running, I fall onto somebody's yard. I am not athletic at all.

I feel the bump on my forehead and it is huge. I get angry at Liam, but then again, I may have broken his nose.

I get up, once I caught my breath, and start walking to my house. The 20 minutes to get there, I think about what school is going to be like tomorrow, the headache I have, and what Liam Goodman thinks of me right now.

What do you care? You hate him

Part of me, agrees with the school about how gorgeous he is, but the majority hates his guts. He's a playboy and he doesn't even realize anybody but,the jocks and the cheerleaders, exist. I am a nice person though, I feel bad for hitting him with that football.

Once I get to my house, I run inside and up the stairs, hoping to not explain the huge bump on my forehead.

I head to the bathroom to try to cover it up with makeup. When I walk in, I gasp. It's fucking huge! I grab the concealer and foundation that I have and try my best to cover it up. It works a little bit.

I go up to the cabinet and grab some Advil for my headache. And then I walk over to grab my diary.

Dear Diary,
Today, I fucked up. It was a normal day at school until after school when I was at the park. And of course, some rival football team trashed the field so they had to play right in front of me. Logan Goodman was one of those. And he hit me with a ball.. It fucking hurt. So I was seeing red and I hit him back.. Yeah I know what your thinking.. What the fuck Isabelle.. And if the cheerleaders saw what happened, especially Morgan, Logan's "girlfriend", then I am screwed. The whole school will find out about it and Katie, she's going to freak. Well let's hope I survive tomorrow..

I put my diary down just as I hear my mom call me for dinner. I head down stairs to eat.

"What's for dinner?" I ask as I sit down at the table next to my dad.

"Spaghetti," My mom replies, "what happened to your head?"

"Nothing. Just bumped it." I lied.

My mom puts the food on the table and I dig in. After I am done, I go upstairs to go to sleep.