The 1D Soccer Team

The Game

I shoved my gloves on hurriedly, checking them multiple times to make sure they were on securely. It was only halftime and we were losing by 3 points. I couldn't risk anymore slip ups.

Coach Easton encouraged his sweat covered team.

"Girls we've practiced for this game for weeks now. We knew they had speed, skill, and one hell of a winning streak. And I know we have all that... I don't care how long it'll take for it to show. We'll run for hours, we'll scrimmage till your feet hurt, We-" I groaned loudly at the thought of all the miles that would take. Everyone looked at me, some with disgust, a few with sympathy. I shrinked back when coach glared at me.

"Do we have a problem, Farris? Would you like to sit out the rest of the game?"

"N-"

"That's what I thought." She continued to motivate us but I wasn't listening.

I held my head down in embarrassment, pretending to play with a loose thread. Finally she finished her speech of threats.

We all ran into position, me running to the goal alone while the Forwards, Midfielders, and defenders disbursed across the field.

The blond referee blew the whistle signaling the return if the game. Our team had kick off. We dribbled down the field passing back and fourth between the midfielders and forwards. I had nothing to do since my team was filled with steroid girls who would rather die than let me ever have to lift a finger.

I started day dreaming about dinner, soccer always made me hungry. I was so into my fantasy of Dairy Queen and McDonald's fries I wasn't fully prepared, when number 26 from the other team had decided to make take a shot from across the field. My instinct kicked in as I jumped in between the ball and the goal and got hit on the left side of my face. I recovered quickly and hastily grabbed the ball before the other team could score. My teammates cheered as I punted the ball to the other half of the field.

Coach Easton looked at me mouthing,"You okay?" As a response I signed a thumbs up, and gave a grim smile. My face stung but was bearable, it was probably just a scratch. I shrugged it off, rolling my neck while cracking my knuckles.

No more slip ups Lauren, not an option.

The same referee from earlier jogged over scanning my face for damage. He pulled out a little white tube from his pocket. I was confused at first but then he pressed a little button on the side. Light flooded out right into my eyes, making it impossible to see," Turn that off, I can't see anything! Why do you carry a pocket torch to a soccer game?"

"Look at me!" He demanded grabbing my face in his hands. I stared at the light my eye twitching in pain.

"Hm," He hummed," could a possible concussion... You should sit out for a while, just in case."

I growled, annoyed that I couldn't stay in. Coach sent a sub in for me while I sat on the side lines pouting. I hated it when I was taken out of the game, like what's the point of coming if you can't play?

I got tired of watching the game, and looked at my surroundings lazily.
I noticed a black van with tinted windows, in the middle the parking lot. It didn't fit in with the other soccer mom mini vans. I gave up on it after a while and turn my attention back to the game. The van just sat there and I shivered at what creep could be in these.

"Aw did the little goalie get hit with a ball?"

" Why are you out of the game is it because you have no talent other than sleeping with the whole basketball team? "

"Oh Lauren, just because you haven't experienced love doesn't mean you never will. Just keep waiting for the right one to come long. I'm sure you'll manage to trick someone into finding you attractive." she replied, trying to make her face look sympathetic . She skipped her fake ass on to the field, being called her back in the game. I didn't notice because I was too busy calling her every offensive name I could think of.