I went ran back home and headed strait for my room. As I lay in my bed all I could think about was how good Lucy was. She was even better then the boys are and that is surprising. I liked the fact that all she wants to do is play. I even think she would play until her heart gives out. I love it. She is like me with the soccer thing. Maybe we can form a team together. I couldn't wait any longer, I needed to play again. After I saw how good she was well, I wanted to be that good.
I had skipped church Sunday just to play soccer. Lucy was there, waiting.
She sounded happy, "Grace, let's make a team. Me and you will be the best! We can spread the word to make a team!"
"Yes, I love the idea. Let's just ask all the girls we know to join."
"No. That won't work at all. You can't win if the players aren't experienced. We have to spread it a different way. I have an idea."
We walked down the hill. We went into a little drug store. I had no idea what Lucy was going to do but I trusted her. We bought some paper and I still had no idea what she was going to do. She wrote on it,
I know as fact that even though we are girls, we should be able to play soccer. Do you agree and don't you want to make a team so we can prove it? If you meet us at the meadow by James Street and tell us your name, the position you would like to play, and what you are best at. Then show us one of your skills and you can make it on the team. Remember, the meadow behind the church on Tuesday before supper time. If you do not want to play, after you get the paper, you can give it to someone else.
Thank you for your help,
Lucy and Grace
It looked really good as a letter to people, "Great, what now?"
"Now, we throw them."
She picked up the papers and she threw them everywhere. People laughed but we were having fun! Then there was silence. People actually read them. Boys passed it on but most of the girls kept them. That was a good sign. We looked at each other so happily. It was a great feeling to know that we weren't alone on this.
We waited until Tuesday when try-outs were held.
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I saw the happiness in there eyes but they weren't as determined as Lucy and I. I was remembering back to the male soccer players and how extremely good they were. It made me realize that even though they were really good, we could soon be that good if we practiced.
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There was about twenty people that showed up which was good. There were about seven girls that looked really good to me. They just had something interesting about them. As players, they were unique, each one of them. Now, the only thing that we have to do is pick which ones will be the best for this team. Lucy and I have been talking for a while about who we should choose. We had to cut six people so we would have sixteen people on the team. We had decided what players we would have on the team by Thursday. It was a hard decision since they were all pretty good. We saw four people fooling around and not playing well so we will cut them off the team. The question now was, what two people will we cut off next?
We had to cut Amy, the preacher's daughter, because she wasn't fast enough. Then, we decided to cut Josie, because she kept tripping over the ball. After the cut girls left, we had our team. I scanned them down from the intensity in their eyes (whether they had it or lacked it) their build (strong and broad or skinny and long.) This should be interesting.
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ContoIn the roaring twenties, there's dance and jazz, but what Pennyslvanian Grace Thomas really wants is a women's soccer team. With talent, determination, and lack of shoes, she tries to form a team.
