I threw the ball in the air and kicked off the ground. I stuck my legs out as I had seen all those times before, but unlike all those times, I missed the ball and fell on my back painfully. The pain tickled up my spine, jabbing my brain. My chest ached, my lungs not taking any air. I squeezed my eyes shut and breathed deeply.
"Are you alright?" he asked me. I groaned in response, breathing easier. "Look at me."
I opened my eyes and saw his beautiful hazel ones and just like that, I was gasping for air once again.
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Kick Straight
Teen Fiction"The most important game is the one your playing." Seger Reagan is a fourteen-year-old whose parents divorced two years ago. She's still confused about the whole experience and wondering if it was her fault? Seger feels the only thing she knows anym...
