Scoring More than just Goals

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As i leave my house, i start to think about how i really don't want to go to this soccer game. I am in charge of myself. I don't have to go to this game if i don't want to, but then i remember its the second of July, so not many of players are showing up to this game. They will all be on vacation. So I am standing there in my driveway, debating whether to hop in my silver jeep.

My good side finally took over my bad side, because next thing i know i'm pulling up to the field a few towns away. We are facing a rich prep school. Normally, in the regular season, we wouldn't play them because they are in a higher division than us, but this is summer league, and totally different. I show up right when the game starts because i have never, in my life, been to this place. On top of that i was driving, alone. I got totally lost.

Walking through the field i notice a ref. He's not like the ref's we usually have. (They are usually old and gray and can barely keep up with us, and we always crack jokes about their eye sight when we don't agree with the call.) Almost my age, or close to it, maybe. I see my team coming on the field to start the game. I'm about half way across the field when i cannot stop looking at him. In my head i keep saying, " holy crap this kid is gorgeous." Finally, I got across the field and convinced myself to stopped staring. I throw up my brown uncontrollable hair up in to a bun at the top of my head.

"Britt," coach calls, after about two minutes of watching the game."Take out kelly."

I nod my head in obediance, and walk to half field to go in. All the other girls who were sitting there ready to play, before i even got there, look at me with a half smile as i walk by. At that moment i felt bad for them. I always get put in, no matter what. Probably because i have more than half the teams goals and assists. But talent shouldn't come before passion and how hard you try. Not that i don't try hard, I do, and i love this sport with a passion. It is just that my other teammates should get just as much playing time as me. That is all i'm saying.

When I get in the game, I don't touch the ball much. Only because i'm playing offense, closest to the other teams goal and well, we aren't doing too good. They just keep scoring on us, one after another. Then when we finally make it to the other end, I have the ball. I get it past most of their defenders, until im right in front of the goal and I get it taken away from me. When she is running away with it, I end up accidentally tripping her. I actually felt really bad.

"Are you okay," I say reaching my hand out to help her up.

"Don't worry about it," as she grabs my hand to pull herself to her feet.

Usually i'm not that nice in sports, usually i'm really aggressive and i don't feel bad at all. Today, i just felt like being nice for once. I wasn't in the mood to get mad. I got a foul for tripping her so they got a free kick. To get ready for the kick, I turn around and see the goalie was taking the kick. As i look for a few seconds longer, I realize it is my old friend, Molly. I wonder if she recognizes me.

As the game went on, I look up in the crowd and know my parents aren't there. Just like they never were. The other team kept scoring and I know Molly recognizes me. She waved and smiled once or twice. I asked the hot ref how much time was left a few times, he answered me and i got chills everywhere. I'm probably blushing too, oh great. Molly had gone on to defense for the second half and I stayed in the same position. I took the ball down to the other tems corner to cross it. Molly came over to take the ball away and I accidentally pushed her down.

"I'm sorry Molly, are you okay?" I ask right after the referee blew his whistle.

"It's all good," she replies with a smile.

I turn around and see the hot ref, totally staring at us, like I was when i first saw him. Molly moves the ball getting ready for a free kick and I walk away. In the corner of my eye, I notice his eyes have not left me. I glance in his direction and he smiles at me and looks away. Suddenly the butterflies in my stomach took over my mind. Or maybe it was just the ball hitting me, in the best spot to get the wind knocked out of me. I still stand straight up, gasping for air. The only thought in my mind is that I will never breathe again. My last breath would be the one that i took when the referee smiled at me, and that this is how I am gonna die. Then I just fall backward, hitting my head hard on the ground. Everything goes black.