one pass then a goal

Soccer is my life and it has been my whole life. It all started because of my brother, he was the captain of the boys high school soccer team all four years and play all positions but mostly right wing. me on the other hand played defense and left wing for the high schools girls team. "Kayla" my best friend shouted running over to me from across the parking lot. A lot of times I wondered why I was friends with her. SHE WAS NOTHING LIKE ME. Emily was girly, preppy, popular, and afraid to sweat.

"YES ?!?!" I shout to her as I place my soccer bag in my white 1988 jeep.

"you'll never believe me when I say this but you have to"

"What is it" as I srunch my eyebrows in confusion.

"Well I over heard the captain of the boys soccer team-"

I cut her off saying "I don't care if he likes me I'm not interested"

"but Kayla thats not what I'm talking about" she says with a bit of anger.

"okay then finish"

"like I was saying he said and I quote "some scouts are coming to watch kaylas team play at Saturdays game", and I just had to tell you" she said with the most excitement I have seen since I made the team freshman year, two years ago.

when she said that my stomach sank, and I felt sick and hot, mostly because soccer practice just ended.  All I could do is think how happy Tyler would be to see how far I have come since his fatal car accident three years ago. I guess a guy ran a red light straight into the passager side causing the car to flip.

he didn't die but his best friend did, and ever since he hasn't really recovered.

as my mouth dropped all I could say was "that's wonderful" and just walked to my car and got in.

In the eye of another person they would describe me having long darkish brown hair, the greyish blue eyes you could ever imagine, they looked fake. I am skinny but mostly muscle. now Emily on the other hand had a skinny girly figure, blonde hair and blue eyes, the all American girl.

and in that moment our eyes locked my heart dropped.