Waste It On Me ✅

The Soccer Field

Lisa groans aloud as her hands try to move about in search of her mobile phone that had been ringing constantly for the past three minutes while her eyes were still shut close as she had just been sleeping even if it was already high noon.

"Ugh - where is it." Lisa said as she tossed on her side grabbing her phone that was apparently beneath her mountain of pillows that were piled around her. "Finally!" She exclaimed as she opened her right eye to see who the caller was.

As soon as she recognized it was her head coach, she abruptly sat up before answering the call.

"Lalisa." She heard her coach sternly call her name over the line, Lisa just replied with a soft laugh that sounded rather fake as she grew nervous as to why her coach was calling her. "Please don't tell me you forgot again."

"Pft. Of course I remember coach!" Lisa replied with a short awkward laugh before she heard her coach heave a sigh.

"You forgot again didn't you?" The coach asked her, his tone coated with an assurance that Lisa did actually forgot.

"Sorry coach. What was it that I was supposed to do again?"

"Aish this kid. We have practice today remember? You promised to help me teach middle schoolers to play soccer."

"Ah yeah! Yeah! Now I remember! Sorry coach. Be there after 5 minutes."

"Oh please Lalisa. Let's be frank here. Five minutes ain't enough. I'll give you ten. Now hurry up. We've been waiting for you for an hour already."

Lisa then ended the call to take a three minute shower before she rushed to change into her jogging pants and baggy shirt, before she grabbed her white cap, denim jacket, phone and the keys of her motorbike as she ran off to the garage.

The drive to school was a five minute drive with an average speed but Lisa sped up faster making the time shorten to three minutes before she reached the school grounds.

She ran faster towards the soccer field where the kids and her coach were already starting to do some drills while waiting for her. She panted as she regained her breath before she went near her coach who messily messed up her hair as he reprimanded her of her tardiness. But Lisa just laughed it off as her coach patted her head before calling the kid's attention.

"Alright kids huddle up. Your unnie has arrived. She'll be showing you a few tricks while I go prepare the field okay for our mock up game. Be good to her." The coach said as he went away, leaving the kids to Lisa.

Lisa just gave a warm smile to the kids before she introduced herself and told them to individually get a ball before they lined up. She really was fond of kids and it showed on how she handled the middle schoolers throughout her coaching.

As Lisa was watching each kid demonstrate a good kick, one of them fell and had sprained their ankle, making the small kid cry out loud in pain.

"Omo!" Lisa said as she approached the wailing child as the other kids huddled up around them.

"What happened? Oh no. Lisa could you go and get the medical kit at the clinic for me as I go and carry the child to the bleachers?" The coach said as he cautiously approached the child and began to slowly carry him.

Lisa nodded her head as she sprinted towards the clinic which was a few meters away from the field. But she didn't mind the distance - she was determined to help the child with his sprain that she unintentionally caused to happen.