That night at soccer practice I stayed mostly silent going through the drills like some kind of zombie. Edge did almost the same. At the end of practice nothing real interesting happened, though I wish something had, I was getting tired of being strong silent type. It seemed like time had decided to make my life long and dreadfully boring. Sandy avoided me, luckily. My besty Ange, who happened to not be liking Sandy, much less talking to her, since the beginning of school. It mad me very happy to be able to vent about Sandy to someone, and have them agree with me. At soccer Edge managed to stand near me the whole time. Tomorrow our team was gonna have our first game. Against Sandy's team. Oh, that's just great. Just what I needed. Edge must have known what I was thinking because he looked at me. I returned his gaze, but this time he didn't turn away. He smiled, and I blushed. Oh great Lena, just what you need, Edge to realize your a girl and you can act like one.
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The Sweet One
JugendliteraturGirl likes boy. Boy likes girl. Girl hurts boy. Boy plays girl. It's as simple as that.
