On my way back from school, I saw this boy. This boy who was juggling the ball from knee to knee. I was quite pleased actually. Never had I seen such passion in one simple move. I watch him until I lost sight of his bright orange tee. I felt like a stalker but whatever. I'm almost home now. I open the front door and as soon as I see my mum crying I drop my text books as well as my back pack.
"Mum, what's the matter?"
"Nothing darling. Why don't you go to your roo-"
"Mum, just tell me."
"Honey, I'll talk to you later. Just go." I was quite intimidated.
I went upstairs and changed my school uniform. I wore a white singlet along with my blue boxers.
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Later on that day, I went to the soccer grounds to kick some goals. I was thinking. Thinking of when Malcolm will come back, if I could make it to New York College, if I could win a soccer scholarship into the college, ugh. I think way too much.
The sun is setting, I better get home. On my way, guess who I saw? The boy in the orange shirt... again! I feel as if I've landed in a show of Beverly Hills! Life is full of interruptions, sometime silly, sometime great, sometimes stupid and sometimes irrelevant.
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Sorry for such a short and late chapter guys! I've been crazy busy!
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Soccer Syndrome
Teen FictionSixteen year old Lara just wants a normal life. A normal life is near impossible when you have five brothers with a huge passion for soccer and a family that revolves around soccer. She’s the girl who’d rather wear a soccer jersey instead of a dress...
