The Miscellaneous and Somewhat Magical Mishaps of Marigold Mason

Marigold Mason

From the moment Marigold Mason opened her eyes, she was different. She was strange and unique. You wonder why? Her eyes were orange, they were the color of marigolds.

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Marigold Mason darted past the other team's defenders, continuing her path to the goal. The ground squashed and squished under her cleats. Chilled wind rushed by her ear as she flew through the field. She was about to shoot, when... Suddenly, Marigold's lean body pitched forward and she slammed into the muddy ground. The referee's shrill whistle sliced through the air. It was a foul.

"Mari!" Cried Marigold's best friend, Holly Diaz.

Marigold sat up and spit mud and grass out of her mouth. She was covered head to toe in mud. Dirt conditioned her short dirty blond hair and smudged the chapstick she'd put on on a few minutes ago. Soon, Holly was next to her, hauling her up.

"Thanks, Holly." Marigold said.

"No prob." Holly said briefly. "You'd do the same for me."

Marigold straightened up, trying to smooth her now gnarled and sticking up hair.  She looked around for who had fouled her, planning her revenge, which was apparently was wrong. A few feet away, a brown haired girl stood, glaring at Marigold. The girl crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at Marigold. Marigold raised an eyebrow at her, surprised the girl would use such a kindergarten move. Slightly annoyed, Marigold turned and took her place at the penalty kick line.

Her orange eyes locked on her target. She knew exactly where she wanted the soccer ball to go. She had a plan. Marigold always did. Despite being generally very easy going, she had a plan mapped out in her head for every possible circumstance. She just rolled like that.

Marigold's foot made contact with the ball and it soared through the air, slamming into the back of the net. Marigold jumped up and did a little happy dance. The crowd cheered, but it was quite weak. Well, all except for Christopher and Kenneth Korgan.

They were in the stands, cheering like they were at the Super Bowl Game.

"WOOOOOOOO!" Cheered Christopher, who was the nosier of the two.

"Yeah!" Cried Kenneth, just a bit quieter.

Holly and Marigold had been best friends since they were in Kindergarten. They bonded over both having older siblings and both loving soccer. They met Christopher and Kenneth in first grade when Christopher accidentally slammed Marigold in the back of the head with a football. Marigold had dropped like a stone. The first thing Christopher ever said to her was,

"Oh! Sorry! Wait are your eyes orange?!"

Since they were, in fact, orange, Christopher had called his twin over to the swings just to show him Marigold's eyes. The friendship blossomed from that point on. Marigold and Holly were the only ones, other than their parents, who could tell the Korgan twins apart. They claimed that Christopher's eyes had a green tint to them and that Kenneth was paler. No one else agreed.

Holly held up her hand for a high five. Marigold and Holly smacked hands both cheering silently in their heads.  Holly's long black hair, tied back in braids, flapped in the wind.

"Come on." Holly said. "Pass it to the other team."

Then she turned to the referee.

"Excuse me, sir. How much time do we have left in the game?"

The middle aged man grunted and looked at his clock.

"Eight more seconds."

Eight seconds later the referee blew his whistle. The other team trudged off the field, upset that they had lost. Marigold and Holly's team cheered and headed to the bench for some water. Marigold plopped down on the bench, chugging her Gatorade. Holly sat next to her. On her other side was Laura Keeley, who attended Marigold and Holly's school, Lincoln Middle.

"Nice goal, Mari." Laura said. "Sucks that you tripped at the last second, though."

Marigold looked at Laura, puzzled.

"What are you talking about?! That brown haired girl tripped me!" She exclaimed.

Laura and Holly stared at her, looking slightly worried.

"There was no one there, Mari. You must be imagining things." Holly said.

"No! Really! Their was a girl! She had brown hair!" Marigold said.

Laura forced a pained smile.

"Ok. If you say so..."

"They don't believe me! Am I just seeing things or was their really a girl?" Thought Marigold.

She looked out to the field, sighing. And there, in the exact same place, was the girl.

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A/N: That was the first mishap of Marigold Mason! Hope you guys liked it. Toaster should be coming next!
Picture: My drawing of Marigold.