My Life: Soccer

My Life: Soccer

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So far, it had been a perfectly normal day. Actually, it wasn't normal. We had won the game, and were moving on to Nationals! I leaned against the telephone pole, weary from my soccer game, waiting for my dad. He was never this late. Something must have happened! Just as I was getting hysterical, our navy blue convertible pulled up. As soon as I got in the car, I was usually enveloped in a parade of remarks from my parents. But on the way home, there wasn't much sound except for the occasional awkward attempt to start up a conversation about my soccer game. Other than that, it was silent. Way too silent. Back home, I sprinted upstairs to change from my sweat-filled soccer uniform. As I was pulling a shirt over my head, I heard my parents call, "Ivy! Ivy!" This was abnormal- my parents and I usually only exchanged a word or two, and never did anything together. Not that I didn't want to, I had no time. Every spare moment I had was spent practicing soccer. Soccer was more important than anything else to me. "I'm coming," I yelled back. I ran down the stairs, and grabbed a banana, but before I could finish chewing, my mom started talking, as if she had something really important to say. "Ivy, do you remember your last doctor's appointment?" Yeah," I replied with a full mouth. "What about it?" Well, the doctor did a few different tests, and..." Her voice unsteadily trailed off. She looked at my father for help. My dad suddenly cut the silence short. He calmly said, "It's asthma, honey. Serious asthma. You can't play soccer anymore. We're sorry, but..." Suddenly the room seemed to suffocate me. I needed to get out. Running to my room, I slammed the door, and burst into tears. I had only heard 5 words when my parents were talking. "Asthma...can't play soccer anymore..." I HAD TO PLAY SOCCER!
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This story is y/n (you) falls in love with a football player (an oc of mine). More info: Y/N is a 16 going on 17 year old female, in her Junior year of high school. It's her first day at a new school, a random person Airdropped her something and they begin to chat. This mystery guy is 17 and also his Junior year and is a football player. She knows nothing about him so she's determined to learn more. What she finds out shocks her completely. Preview: "Y/n! Come on let's go!" "Yeah! You are going to make us late!" "God! I'm coming I'm coming! I just needed to grab something." I said walking out to them. "Is that a book?" "Yeah- I really need to know what happens! I'm almost done with it, once I finish I'll watch the game don't worry." I assured the two of them. "Okay want ever you say." We left to go to the game finding a close-to-the-front seat. The three of us sat, we already bought some drinks and snacks. The game soon started and I began to read. "Player down!" Someone yelled as they ran a crossed the field. My head snapped up to get a look and I saw number 22 sitting up with one leg bent and the other laying on the ground. He seamed calm. "Alright, let's get you up," some one said kneeing next to number 22. "No no, I'm fine. Help them, they may be out, he is not responding to me." 22 insisted. Once the others heard this they ran to the other person, 85 from the other team. 22 glanced at the bleachers, briefly making eye contact with me, he then quickly looked back, almost as if doing a double take. He held the eye contact this time, I gave him a small smile and he gave me a sweet smile. "He smiled at you!" "It was just a smile," I said going back to my book. "You have a crush." "You definitely do, but we won't say anything, yet." I rolled my eyes at both of them. They were right, no, maybe. He was cute, the way his hair fell, and how he put the other player before himself. I thought it was cute.

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