Chapter 7
"Where have you been!" My dad thundered as I burst into the house.
"At Jesse's! She had the stomach flu!" I yelled, sprinting down the hall to my room.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" He yelled, shockingly angry for a tiny bit of tardiness on my part.
"I'm fine. Everything is fine." I groaned, peeling off my clothes as I searched frantically for my soccer bag. I let out a groan scream, don't even know what it was, as I pulled it out from under my bed. "It's fine!" I yelled again at my dad.
I hopped into my uniform, making sure I had my socks and cleats in the bag before sprinting out of my room.
"It's fine!" I repeated. "Are you coming? My car is blocking yours."
"Of course I'm coming." My dad snapped, tossing me a granola bar as he headed out to the car in front of me.
I grabbed a protein shake from the fridge too and had already half chugged it as I got into the passenger seat.
It made me unbelievably anxious when dad drove my car but I knew I would make bad decisions in the moment, still a little bit high from last night and very much anxious about being late for the soccer game that started in twelve minutes.
I taped up my ankles while scarfing down the food, forcing my socks on my feet, sweaty from nerves.
"Remember what we talked about, about the opening in the-"
"Literally I do not give a shit." I muttered. "Don't try and coach me. You're the guy coach. Girls soccer is a completely different sport."
I winced, knowing I had extremely crossed a line.
But dad didn't say anything, an almost worse response than chewing me out right now.
I knew I'd get it later...
I practically flew out of the car before he'd even stopped outside of the soccer arena.
He called something after me but I was already sprinting inside, trying to remember which field the game was on.
I had just laced up my shoes when the team started warm ups, my heart still pounding from the last minute rush.
"Where were you?" Dana asked with a laugh as we jogged around the field.
"Long story." I muttered, not wanting to engage.
Ever since I'd solidified plans to get the hell out of here, I just didn't have it in me to keep up relationships with the girls on the team. I'd be gone in a few months, anyways, and the only thing holding us together was soccer.
I technically wasn't even supposed to be allowed to play after I turned nineteen next month. I'd been playing at the top of the age bracket since I was moved up freshman year. And with every graduating team, I'd be bumped down a year. But now I was outgrowing the system and honestly, I wouldn't be that fussed if I didn't get to finish out the season.
Soccer caused so much internal conflict in my life because as much as I hated the pressure and the drama and everything that surrounded it, there were few better feelings than being on the field in the middle of a game.
I knew I'd regret it when I quit.
But I just couldn't keep going the way I was...
And even the high of winning a game was getting less and less enjoyable...
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Coach's Daughter
Teen FictionBella Harrison is your textbook high schooler sick of her town, ready to get the hell out. Her dad is the town's soccer coach and if he was to plan out her life, she'd be on a fast track to the best soccer team she can get a place on. Bella, however...