The Female Kicker

My Family

Kylee's POV

It's 6:30 and my alarm buzzes, waking me up from that good good sleep. Y'all know what I mean. Ughh I hate school. Always taking me away from my beauty sleep. But I have soccer tryouts today so YAY!!! I love soccer, and always have. I think I've been playing it since I could walk! It's always been my dream to play pro but, I just doubt think that will happen. Anyway, shifting out of my thoughts, I dragged my lazy ass out of bed and start working on my morning routine.

1.Wash my face
2.Take a shower
3.Brush my hair
4.Brush my teeth
5.Get dressed.

So today my outfit consists of some really skinny, skinny jeans, a dark blue 'I <3 soccer' tank top, my black leather jacket, and a pair of baby blue vans. I grabbed my duffel bag that I'd pre-packed last night and headed downstairs. I grabbed an apple and sat down at the bar. It was quiet today. And I don't know why. You see I have brothers, 5 brothers, and I'm the only girl. Lucky, lucky me (hint:I can speak fluent sarcasm) However it really should be louder in here. What's wrong? I silently laughed at myself making a joke.

• So there's the oldest, Mike, he's 22. He goes to a nearby college studying to be a doctor, so he's here quite a lot.

•Then there's the second oldest, Alex, he's 20, he also goes to a near by college but he studies business so he's here a lot too.

•Then there's Austin, he's 18 and a senior this year at St Clair County High School (same school I go to.) He plays basketball, soccer, baseball, and he's a wide receiver for the varsity football team.

•Then there's Blake, or as I call him Blakey. He just turned 17 this year. He's a junior and a line backer on the varsity football team.

•Then there's me, Kylee. I'm 16 and a sophomore in high school. I love soccer and have been playing it since I was only 3 years old. My soccer coach really thinks I can kick. The two of us joke about me becoming kicker for the football team. I mean really me, I'm a girl, but then again I do have football in my genes.

•And lastly, but certainly not least, there's Luke. He's 14 and in 8th grade. I always call him Lukey and he hates it but, he's my little brother and I love him to pieces. Luke plays football at his middle school, and he's a running back . He's runs so fast for a 14 year old, even if he was in high school that kids FAST!

My mom's name is Rebecca Stone←(her surname) Harrell. She's the best. She owns her own bakery here in Alabama, its called Sweet Country Treats. She's an amazing baker and just about the only shot I have at actually knowing how to bake and cook (without burning anything down)

Then there's my dad, Dylan Andrew Harrell, he played college football but he ended up buckling his knee one game and he never went back. But unfortunately last year, he died in a car accident coming home from work. A 4×4 ford truck was lifted about 4 feet off the ground and the lady was drunk.

So enjoy me on my journey as this is the story of me and how I became the kicker for the Saints.