We begin driving down our street. I shake up and down. The tires bump against tho old road, I hope we get it paved soon. "Mom can I ask you a minor question?" I ask. "Ya, what?" she answers laughing. "Well, where are we going?" I say. "You and your sarcasm," she says chuckling, "we are going to that new park, I hear it has some nice open fields! And I though we could walk around for a while!" "Why?" I ask. "We need to talk, about your team," she mutters. My team isn't a topic I like to discuss, especially since I barely even have one. I don't answer her I just stare strait ahead at the road. I can feel my mom looking at me. I try not to make eye contact, but I fail. She smiles at me, but the smile is not out of happiness, she's trying to distract me from the fact that my team is falling apart, that I don't even have a team anymore.
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The Last Game
Teen Fiction14 year old Cely can't wait to get her cleats on so she can get to tryouts for the A team for her age group. She couldn't resist tryouts and she was in desperate need of a team, after her coach quit. But when society and the hard luck of an average...
