The Cupcake Theory

10) I Swear I didn't Break Anything

10) I Swear I Didn't Break Anything

I've never been an overly active person.

Yes, I will go for the occasional run to the fridge or maybe sprint to school when I'm a little late.
But you will never see me willingly volunteer to do a sport.
I've tried that.
And failed.

Swimming wasn't bad but apparently doing somersaults in the water didn't count as laps.
Soccer involved too much running. I was so generous that I let everyone kick the ball and didn't even touch it. Though, when the ball did come towards me, I tried to kick it and it hit someone in the face.

I didn't even attempt gymnastics. That sport was designed to see me kill myself.

After my many failed attempts, I was still forced to try other sports in gym like tennis, volleyball and even hockey (which was a great excuse to hit people in the shins).
As you can tell, by now I should definitely stay away from anything involving physical activity.

I agree.

Charlie, on the other hand, was amazing any sport he puts his mind to. That meant that when he tried soccer he was automatically put into the top team and now is co-captain.

I have tried to be a supportive friend and go to his games but they were always super early games (I didn't understand why they had to do it at the coldest time in the day.)

Also, I seemed to be a ball magnet meaning I always end up getting hit at the game. (No matter how many people I hide behind.)

So when I walk onto the field after Aaron and Charlie finish soccer practice, I'm very wary of my surroundings.

I'm really not in the mood to be a -
"DUCK" two voices yell from across the field.
As I turn and duck to see Charlie pointing at the ball that flies over my head.

As I wave to Charlie to signal my survival, I'm oblivious to the fact that the second voice that just yelled at me came from a different direction.
What I also don't notice is the other soccer ball hurtling towards me from the same direction of the voice.

Whoever kicked that ball must have bionic legs because when the ball hits me on the hip, it easily knocks me over.

Sadly I don't fall onto the grass as gracefully as I hope.
To be honest it probably looks like I just got tackled by an invisible football player.

The grass is sadly not as soft as I expect it to be, it feels more like cement than an earthly cushion.

I open my eyes expecting to see clouds in the sky. Instead, I am graced with the whole soccer teams lovely faces plus Sam.

Their expressions are a mixer of confusion and amusement.

Aaron kneels down beside me and raises an eyebrow "I'm starting to regret asking you to come along as I'm realising that you're very accident prone."

Someone pushes their way through the small gathering.
"You're only noticing that now?" Charlie's voice is full of humour, "I bought an ice pack; I saw how hard the ball hit you soo..."

Happily, I take the ice pack and place it on my hip. The relief is instant as the cold numbs the pain but not so much my embarrassment.

"It's all good guys, I'm not that fragile, nothing's broken." I hope.

I wince slightly at the sore spot that's definitely going to leave a bruise tomorrow as Aaron and Charlie offer me their hands to pull me up.

I stumble over my own feet as I start to feel lightheaded and slightly woozy.