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Small town soccer girl

Small town soccer girl

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Meet Riley Peterson, a typical 8th grader with a passion for soccer. She just moved across the country, from A small town in Montana, to a big city in Pennsylvania. But moving is turning out a lot harder then she thought and she is not sure if she will survive the pressures of a new school, team and coach. Will she crack under the pressure or will she rise to the occasion and help her team achieve victory?
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