Her Very Existence (1D)

Chapter Five: The Big Game & The Big Uh-Oh

Tying my hair up into an pony tail I grabbed my Soccer bags and then I threw it over my shoulder and moved over to the window and threw it 'over board' and then I started to climb out of the window as well.

Hitting the ground I picked my bag up and darted away from the house that was my 'sisters' and for the park where the football field was.

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"Hey, didn't think you would turn up" the girl from that gave me my life manual smiles and jogs over, "Yeah, sorry, I kind of got lost..." I awkwardly scratched the back of my head nervously as she cracks an amused grin.

"Oh, it's okay! Hey, got the money though?"

"Of course, your playing?" I handed her the four pounds and she shakes her head with a bright smile.

"Nah Sugar, i'm the Reff. Call me Cindy"

"Call me Ella" she nods before turning and blew her whistle, "OI! WE GOT EVEN PLAYS HERE, WHO'S READY TO PLAY SOME BALL YOU LITTLE WIMPS?!" she barks, causing me to flinch a bit.

All these guy's jogged over and then looked me up and down, "Some chick's gonna play?" one of the guy's who was easily the known sexist jerk lip curl up in disgust at the sight of me.

"Oi, you scared, boy? Looks like your shaking in your little girlie boots" I dropped my bag and Cindy steps back, grinning like a fool as she mentally cheers me on, I stared up at the Sexist bloke with a determined and steady stare.

"Who's this little chick?" he scoffs, jerking his head towards me as he stared at Cindy.

"Who ever's team i'm on, make sure it's not this dick heads, got it?" I told Cindy with a peeved expression.

"Wouldn't want a pansy anyway-" "The names Ella, I played for the Lions back home, i'm sure you heard of our victory with Nationals?"

The boy's jaw drops as - what i'm assuming my new team instantly surrounded me, "Sorry, Ben, look's like we got the fucking beast!" some guy thumped me on the back, causing me to stumble a bit and then Cindy blows her whistle again, "GAME ON!"

I smirked, walking backwards while giving Ben a taunting little wave before turning and jogging to the middle of the field where my team seemed to position themselves all in the perfect places - but leaving me with my favorite position on the field... I think i'm going to love my new team for London.

"I want a nice clean game - that means no knifes Charles" Cindy snaps at some guy on Ben's team, wait- knifes?!

"You're no fun anymore Cindy, baby"

"Fuck of Charles" Cindy rolls her eyes before screaming, "GO!"

I instantly sprinted forward and booted the ball away  from me and towards the goals, shouts and yells to swear words that followed the ball as it went in the goals, my team pats me on the back as we continued on with our game, screaming, cussing and insulting the other teams and giving our own teams a good word or two.

We seem to tackle each other mercilessly as we slid across the muddy grass - spraying the wet dirt everywhere possible. It soon covered us in a thick layer and become a second layer of skin as we kept sliding across the ground as we dived for the ball.

Then someone got the big idea of having a mud fight... may or may not have been me. But who's pointing the finger here?

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"Game, Team Chickas mother fuckers!"

"IN YOUR FACE BEN!" my team and I danced around Ben and his team, kicking mud at them like the ass holes were are as we celebrated with each other while chanting, "We won, we won, we won!"