Bloodshed.

Thick dark red liquid runs down the side of my face. "What the fuck. Do that shit again. See what happens!" Daniele shouts pushing herself off of the shitty turf.

"Oh fuck off. I Barley touched you!" The taller blonde states.

"Keep Chirping tweety." Daniele says as she walks back to her team.

"Number 27 come here!" The ref shouts. Daniele can only shake her head as she jogs to the ref. "you're bleeding from your head your done for the match, the show you put on with number 3 I'm issuing you two yellow cards. One for foul language and the other for unsportsmanlike Conduct with this being said you have now been issued a one-game suspension and you are to leave the field."

"Bruh. She put her hands on me first and she's going to walk away uncarded."

"From my view she did not engage in any inappropriate conduct."

"Go get your eyes checked." Daniele says as she jog to her coach . Her team would now have to play a man down. Little did she knew the little show she just put on could possibly ruin her career with who was in attendance for that game.

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Daniele Thompson was quick, on the field, in school , and to anger. She lived life by one sentence, "fuck around and find out."

How will this motto affect her chance of being somebody.