It's Just Fashion (Poliet)

Chapter 4

So, we ran for our usual four minutes. It helped to clear my mind...well other than that Feliks was still there.

Since I was the only person he knew, the gym teacher made sure the Pole was on my team, but gladly, we were playing soccer.

I had Emil, Arthur, Alfred, Leon, and Feliks on my team, which wasn't all so bad. Though, the other team consisted of Gilbert, Ivan, Francis, Antonio, Lovinio, and Roderich. They weren't all likely to get together, and Roderich isn't exactly what you'd call 'athletic'. But the other five were pretty good. I mean, it is natural with their history and all. The countries they come from actually have great chances of getting the world Cup. Especially Gilbert and Antonio.

Soon enough the gym teacher blew the whistle symbolizing the games to start. There were maybe five or six other games around us, but they didn't matter right now. 

I was  placed for kickoff because I'm one of the tallest on my team. Francis was guarding right to where I was going to kick, so I used a simple tactic. I kicked the ball back, sending it to Arthur, who passed to Leon, who got the ball back to me.

When I got the ball, I was being chased by Ivan, though, he was pretty far back.  I would kick to Alfred in a zig-zag pattern and he'd do the same with me. We quickly reached the goal. For goalie, they had Roderich, while we had Feliks. I quickly made a kick, for it to be kicked back, far into the field by the goalie defender. Lovinio may look small, but he kicks hard.

I quickly followed the rest of my team toward our goal, though Gilbert had beat me and made a goal...wait no he didn't. Feliks had stopped it, chuckling. I guess he wasn't too bad a soccer.

As the Pole set up for the goal kick, I ran back to half-field, waiting for his kick.

It went  far enough for me to shoot it straight into the goal, right between Lovinio's legs.

This went on for the forty-five minutes we had, before everyone got changed and headed to the next class.

Science was next for me. We have been learning about Biology. Which, I'm no good at.

And, of course, Feliks was seated next to me. Great.

--385 words!
This chapter took me 90 different songs, three cups of orange juice, seven times screaming, and one mac'n'cheese cup.
You're welcome.
Also, for the Europeans soccer is called football, but in America apparently football uses hands, and soccer uses feet...great. I hate America.
Anywho, I won't update until Monday because I'll be at a friend's house, without Wi-Fi.
Thanks for reading!!!!!!!!
~Sky--