One convention, a whole new love.

What a victory!

It was eight all.

After three quarters of running frantically around the court for all but a touch of the ball, both teams had only scored 8 goals each. It was finally the last quarter, and I watched my opponents face sceptically, wondering whether she'd run left or right. Right, she decided to run. Little did she know I saw the flicker in her eyes, minor, but she saw an opening, and I knew the decision had been made, but again she didn't know, I was going to block her off.

I jumped to the right, blocking her path and giving her no option of going for the ball again. The look of frustration in her face brought a small smile to my lips. Turning around suddenly, I saw the ball hurtling towards my area of the court. I let my instincts take over as my legs took me closer to the ball as it came closer to me. I picked it up with both hands, transferred it to one hand and hurled it as far as I could down the court, landing it my team mates grasp.

She passed it to one of the shooters, and everyone on the team stopped as she raised the ball above her head. The pounding in my ears became louder. We need to win against this team, they were the best in the competition therefore winning would put us higher on the ladder. The other team looked on mockingly, obviously believing that there was no way the goal was going to make it in.

Possibly the last goal of the game, if we got it in, and even the parents on the side had ceased their shouting, watching on in interest, hoping silently, they'd never say it aloud to the other parents, that the other team would go down in flames.

The shooter released the ball and sent it flying into the air, it teetered on the edge of the ring, testing the patience of all of those watching on. The other team gave stuck up smiles as they thought it was falling away from the ring.

They thought wrong.

It tipped inwards, falling into the net below. The faces of the other team dropped immediately, as the siren rang, signalling the end of the game and our inevitable win. Cheering and applause emanated from the sidelines, and after shaking hands with the other team, we ran off the court with large smiles, cheers and excitement.

Our coach congratulated us, before we headed off to our families to head home. Approaching Nathan and Charlotte, I noticed the absence of Elise and Dad. Elise, being my step mum, is the mother of Nathan, meaning that really, Nathan is my half brother. Doesn't change the amount that I love the little rascal.

I felt a hand slap down on my shoulder and I turned to face my father, a beaming smile spread across his face.

"Good game Kenz, you played really well" Dad pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks dad" I replied, my cheeks flushing.

We all began walking out to the car park. I walked over to my car whilst the others went to the family car.

"Alright then! Leave me!" I called over to the others with sarcasm. Dad just rolled his eyes and hopped into the car. I rolled my window down as I past the family car.

"Last one to the house is a rotten egg" I called, sticking my tongue out.

"We've actually got some errands to run and the kids decided it would be better than sitting at home all day, wanna join?" Elise asked.

"Nah I'm all good, I need to shower anyways" and write a poem.

"See you later this arvo then" dad called back.

I rolled my window back up and began my way home. Realising I was by myself, I turned on the stereo and connected my phone to the Bluetooth system. Choosing to go with 'Golden' by Travie McCoy ft. Sia, I turned up the volume full blast and sang along to the lyrics.

I came by a red light and rolled my car to a stop. As I continued to sing, I turned my head to my right and saw two kids staring out at me from the window of their car, faces in awe. Embarrassed as I was, I decided to stick my tongue out and make light of the situation. Luckily the two children began laughing as the light turned green and I began to drive away.

The song just finished when I heard an all-mighty growl. What was that?! I thought to myself. I looked down, realising in terror that it was my stomach. Better stop by the shops and get me some grub, I thought to myself, then I laughed, did I really just say grub.

I pulled into the parking lot of the local store and ran through the front doors. I slowed to a walk when I came to the sweets aisle. Yes I know I just played a sport and should be eating healthy, but a girls got cravings. And for me, sugar was always in the picture. So as I walked down the aisle, I came across a box of chocolate cookies and I couldn't resist.

After paying and hopping back into my car, you could basically say I ripped into the box and began to devour the cookies like a hungry demon beast!

Over exaggeration...

I pulled into the driveway at home and walked up to the front door, sticking the key in and unlocking it. I ran upstairs and stopped at the top of the staircase. I was still holding the, now empty, box of cookies. I had two choices. Be responsible and throw out the box in the recycling, or leave the box on Charlotte's bed and await patiently until she got home and found my awaiting present.

An evil smile spread across my face as I stepped into Charlottes room and placed the empty box onto her pillow. If this was my definition of evil, it was pretty boring, I really have to up my game... Oh well.

I found my way back into my room threw my belongings onto my bed before stepping into the bathroom and into the shower. As I let the water run down my body I let my mind relax and focus on the task ahead.

Next thing to check off the list: Teen Wolf poem.

Dylan O'Brien, here I come.
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Hey guys, I know it's shorter and extremely boring towards the end but the story is finally getting better, hope you liked!