Can Love Overcome Amnesia?

Chapter 6: Six Years Later

~Josh~

Okay Josh, concentrate. Just block the ball and your teammates will be forever in your debt.

The crowd was cheering and the stands were practically shaking with their stomps, but all I could see was the concentrated eyes of the player in front of me, attempting to distract my gaze so he can score and win the game. Soccer in England was called football cause "you use your foot during the game," but I still prefer to call it soccer. 

It was my school's last game of the season, and if we win we're going to beat the top school in Birmingham's Top Football Teams, making us number one. In front of me stood Brien Stone, the other team's best player. His dark eyes bored into mine as his foot played with the ball on the ground. 

Cheerleader's from both school's chanted their cheers, and the players breathed heavily in anticipation. The tension was becoming heavier by the second, and it feels like my whole team's shouting silent pep talks to me. In the corner of my eye I saw Amber's head bobbing excitedly in the crowd, her bright red hair standing out amongst the blonde and brunette people.

Suddenly, Brien pulled his foot back and I heard a loud pop as he kicked the ball towards me. On instinct I jumped on the left and stretched my arms out, praying that the other team won't score a goal. I felt something hard slam my palms as I fell on the ground, sweating. The crowd exploded into cheers as I sat up grinning from ear to ear as I held the hot soccer ball in my hand. My mind was racing as I stood up. The crowd poured out of the stands and next thing I know I was sitting on my teammate's shoulders while they chant my name over and over.

Today is officially the best day ever. Well, sorta.

~*~*~*~

Later that day my phone rang as I slipped on a clean shirt. 

"Hello?" I answered as I searched my room for my shoes.

"Where are you, mate? Party's starting and everyone's looking for you!" I heard my bestfriend speak over the loud music in the background. Scott and I met about a week after I came to England. Apparently our parents used to go to the same high school before Scott's parents moved to England. He has this dirty blonde spiky hair and a heavy British accent that girls love. He plays football--or should I say soccer--with me.

"I'll be there in about 15 minutes," I replied, slipping on my Converses that I found in the corner. 

"Alright, better hurry mate, the girls aren't  gonna be fresh forever!" He chuckled and I hung up, chuckling. As I grabbed my car keys my fingers brushed over a picture frame at the corner of my desk. It was a picture of two kids, grinning from ear to ear. With the waves lapping behind and the wind swirling around them, it seems like they were having a great time. 

I sat on the chair and sighed. Annie's smile seemed to be 3D, and it was as if she's smiling at me right now. 

I picked up the picture frame and muttered, "Oh Annie...why haven't you been answering my emails? I'm beginning to think you forgot about me..."