Mason n' the Beast #JustWriteIt#Sports

ONE

Mason is 16

It was a really crucial game for the season.There were many people waiting outside in the field. As soon as he walked out of the lockers' room he felt the dazzling lights blinding him. He squinted his eyes and looked among the crowd. At least two hundred people were already packed in the bleachers, each one of them with popcorn, chips or any other unhealthy, full of fat and sugar snack in their hands. He tried to spot his mother. After some seconds he found her anon the tenths of parents who are there to support their sons in the game which can determine whether or not they would be at the finals which are to be in three weeks.

He tried to catch her attention, waving at her. She turned around and gave him the biggest smile she could do. He returned the gesture and the went back to the room where his team was getting ready-physically and mentally - for what was next, a little bit more confident this time as his mum's smile made him more sure and relaxed. It always does.

Thinking of the game, Mason did not notice their couch who darted into the room. He looked nervous like each one of his teammates but he made an effort of hiding his jitteriness behind a fake smile which was plastered on his angry face.

Mason chuckled. He believes that he has never again saw him smiling. He is pissed off all the time. He thinks that he was born with that face.

'Guys!' He shouted with his loud voice making everyone in the room jumping off their seats. All of the people turned and jogged near the door where couch Whitmore was standing. 'Look! You got this!' He paused and glanced at Mason who was again restless and now was trying to steady his breathes and calm down himself. 'We have played a lot of great games this games and all of them so far were amazing!' His voice was echoing in the room. Mason was listening to couch's voice thumbing inside his ears, telling him that the previous games were amazing again and again, but this was no good for him. 'That's all!' He announced. 'Let's go!' He yelled while clapping his hands leading the rhythm to their running speed. Mason grabbed his helmet and he, as well, started running down the aisle to reach the rest of his team.

Before he could step out of the big, blue doors, he felt the a hand on his shoulder stopping him.

'Mason, I'm counting on you.' An expression full of hope pinned on his face. Don't. Let. Me. Down.' He said emphasizing on every word. 'Nobody wants that.'

Mason felt his treating tone overtaking his body and mind. The couch was not bad. He was just passionate about winning.

'Go!' Couch encouraged him with a slight pat on his shoulder.

Mason wore his helmet and headed outside on the field to catch the rest of the boys. The crowd was already enthusiastic. They were already clapping and cheering for both of the teams which where standing opposite of each other on the middle of the large field.

Mason examined "The Sharks", the adversary team. They seam to be so confident about their ability to humiliate them.

He felt nauseous but excited the same time, if that is even possible! They had gone so far. Further than he was dreaming in his wildest of dreams! It was after plenty of years that his school team had achieved in being so high on the rank board.

They had spent countless hours of training. They have wasted nearly every weekend of this school year on practice, on planning and coming up with new strategies. The had shed much of sweat under the hot sun of Cali, making it really unfair if they end up losing from "The Sharks".

However should they win,the sun, the time and the sleepless nights were nothing compared to the incredible consequences of being the winner.

The last week Mason found it impossible to sleep. He was constantly turning around his bed, messing up with his comforter, thinking about what could possible happen on the game, or before it.

Thoughts about very possible and not things were popping up on his mind, along with the under minding scrutiny that he was not enough trained, or to say say the least that his team was not the least prepared to face "The Sharks" this weekend.

Just before the game have started he high-gives Edison,a playmate of his,muttering something about good luck and went where he should be standing.

The lights were blinding him and he for the first time in his life so anxious and insecure about his powers. His vision was blurry and the field was literally spinning around, making it impossible for any human being to steady himself.

Despite the fact that he was telling awful and the situation was bad and uncomfortable, he kept going, blaming everything on the stress, which had obviously taken over every centimeter in his body.

He run chasing the ball,struggling to do something decent for his team and his pride for he could not afford to lose. After all, the last years has been a disaster for the school team and he believed the one who was responsible to eventually fix that.