I ran up to my room and slammed my door behind me. I took the soccer trophies sitting on the shelf above my desk and broke them in half. I threw them against the hard wood floor and stomped on them. I hated soccer. I hated it. I wanted to be a gymnast.
"Sweetie, I'm sorry. Can I come in?"
Momma was at my door. She probably heard me break my trophies. But I don't care. All this family loves is soccer. All we do is soccer.
"Momma. I don't want to play soccer. I want to do gymnastics like Avie." I said this choking back tears. I didn't want to seem weak.
My mom opened the door. She came in and sat down on my bed. She looked down at the broken trophies and a slight frown appeared on her face.
"Sweetie I'm sorry but soccer is what runs in this family and I do not want to break this tradition. I'm afraid we can't sign you up for gymnastics."
"MOMMA THATS NOT FAIR!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs. Why was my momma doing this to me? Why do I have to be like all the other kids in the family? Why can't I be me? Kamri Noel Divinci. Not one of the kids from the "The Soccer Family".
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Love for the Sport
General FictionGymnastics is this little girls life. But being in a family that loves soccer, how will she fulfill this dream she's wanted to live since she was 6.
