Layla Wilkes
With my heart pumping, my eyes locked on the ball, and my legs racing down the field, I pushed and pushed- hell even fought for me or at least someone on my team to score this final goal.
I watched as number eight from the other team stole the ball from my team mate Allie with intentions to head back to their side of the field, but I wasn't having it.
Just as fast as she turned around and everyone in their bleachers cheered their player on, I stole the ball back and instead my team's bleachers erupted with cheers.
My heart continued to beat fast and I tried my hardest to get this ball all the way to the opposite side of the field in enough time to score.
I ran along the side line with the referee not far behind me and the closer that I got to where I needed to be, the more intense my focus became.
Multiple players from the other team were all on me attempting to steal the ball and a few even attempted to kick the ball off the field just so that one of my teammates would have to throw the ball in giving them a better chance to get it back.
Not happening.
I spun my way around these players and even fooled at least three of them into thinking that I'd kick the ball in one direction even though I was going in the opposite.
All of my techniques were working, as they always do, and I couldn't be happier when I made it to the perfect angle of the goal.
Kicking with all of my might, I watched as the soccer ball flew into the air and as if everything was in slow motion, just as the ball went into the goal only an inch or two away from the goalie's reach- the crowd of people on my team's side jumped out of their seats and began yelling and chanting.
My shoulders quickly went up and down due to my heavy breathing as the two teams lined up in order to shake hands.
After everyone shook the opponent team's players and coaches hands we all jumped up and down in excitement since we just got yet another win.
"Niceee," my best friend and coach's son Carter called to me as he handed me an ice cold blue Gatorade.
I nodded my head thanking him as I turned the cap off and began gulping it down.
Once I finally felt like I'd drank enough, I closed the bottle and engaged in conversation with him until my parents finally came over towards me with my older sister Sasha hot on their trail looking like she doesn't really want to be here.
"So proud of you," my dad said as he pulled me into a side hug and placed a kiss on my forehead.
I gave him a small smile and waited for my mother or Sasha to say something, but neither of them ever do nor do they ever.
I'm so used to the both of them having negative energy all the time, but c'mon. You came to my soccer game and even after a great win can't give a simple 'good job?'
I honestly do not know how my dad ended up with someone as pessimistic as my mother. She's a Debby Downer while he's a ball of joy all of the time.
They just don't seem like what each other would go for, but I guess opposites just attract and maybe that's why my sister always goes for guys that are nothing like what she needs.
She needs someone that will stand their ground and put her in her place sometimes, but everyone that she ends up with she steps all over it seems which is why she can't keep a guy and is also the reason why she's so depressed all the time.
I want for her to be happy- I really do, but she never listens to me.
We are only a year apart and I feel like that's a short enough difference for her to at least take what I have to say into consideration, but no she's Sasha- very beautiful, but also a very hard headed and stubborn girl.
She'll learn one day, but for now.. I'm going to let her do her while I do me.
She's looking in all of the wrong places for Mr. Right while I'm just dreading the day that I meet mine.
I'm not ready, but I know that once I meet him- once I see him.. it'll be better than anything else.
He can't be just a normal guy, not mediocre at all, but there has got to be something about him.
im finally posting a new story! chris will be introduced in the next chapter so please stick around.
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Something About Him
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