Football + One Direction = Don't mix!

         Walking down the street, getting ready for the big game. My jersey and pads on, but I have shorts on instead of my game pants. Until, SMACK! Someone runs into me. "Really? Could you be more careful?!" I say. He holds out his hand, and I stand up myself. "Okay, feisty. Sorry about that. Hi, I'm Harry, you are?" "Leaving." I say, walking down the street. Wanting to go home. I'm the football superstar on our team, I don't need some stupid boy to ruin it for me. "Hey?!" He yells, running back towards me. "I didn't catch your name." "You weren't supposed to stupid." I say, rolling my eyes as I try to get home, but obviously with this dumbo chatting over here, I wont be able to get home. "Well. What is it?" "Scarlet." I say shortly. "And your number?" "You don't need to know Curly." I say. "Well-" "Well nothing. Look, I'm the high school quarter back, and I'm a super star. So just drop the act, okay?!" I say, cutting him off. Not wanting to listen to anymore of his blabbering, otherwise I'll bang my head into a wall. Walking home and finally making it, without that stupid boy...Harry, following me. I finish getting ready then drive to my game.

          Sitting on the bench, as the last second of the game slips away. If only I was out there! We would be undefeated! But instead, one of my players, landed on me, and broke my leg. I told the coach I was fine, and that I could play this game, but he said it was broken and If I wanted to stay and sit through the pain that would be fine. But the actual pain in this, is watching my team play without me, without me, they suck! Stupid boy! If he hadn't landed on me, I would be out there and we would be 20 to 0, but no! Now we're 0 to 24! "Coach!" I yell. "Jones! What is it?!" He yells walking over to me. "Can I go to the hospital? I'm disgusted by this game!" I tell him. He nods, knowing that I'm the star, and I get special treatment. He turns around and they get the stretcher out. They lay me down on it and we're off to the hospital.

           Waiting in the room for the doctor to come in with the results. I got my cast put on, but he said her would come back later with how long I would have to wear it. My father walks over to me and takes my hands. "Scar, look at me." He says. I look at him in the eyes and he says "No matter what happens, you are the quarter back, you are the star, I don't care if he says you have to wear it for the rest of your life. You're the star, your playing that spot for play offs." I nod, knowing he's right, no one is better than I am, and no on is taking my position! The doctor walks in, a sad look on his face. "I'm sorry to tell you, but you're going to have that on for a couple months." He says, looking down at his feet. "A couple months?! She is a superstar! She's the high school quarter back! She is going to play for play offs! I don't care what you say!" My father yells. "It's okay dad." I tell him, trying to calm him down. He turns and yells at me: "NO! IT ISN'T! YOU ARE PLAYING!! BROKEN LEG OR NOT!!" "But sir, if she doesn't rest it, she could severely hurt hersel-" "I DON'T CARE!!!" He yells. "Come on sweetie, let's go home." My mother says, handing me my crutches. I nod, knowing if I stay any longer, this could get serious. Using my crutches, I walk out of the hospital, and get into the car, I feel a tear slide down my cheek, and quickly wipe it away. I'm a football player, football players don't cry. That's for girls, and I'm not a girl. Watching the streets pass by, I fall asleep, listening to the radio.

     "Baby girl." I hear, whispered in my ear. I open my eyes and see my mother standing above me smiling. "Dinner's ready. You don't have to go anywhere though, I thought It would be nice if I brought it to you." She says, helping me sit up and handing it to me. "Thanks." I say, staring at the food. She nods, then walks out the door. I don't want to eat, I don't want to be awake, I just want to be out on the field. Doing what I do. I'm not a cheerleader, or a prom queen. I'm the quarter back, and that's what I do.