Girls And Sports? #1

This is what happens. I get picked last, when the worst soccer player gets picked before me.
People groan, to have me on there team. We start to play.
I don't get passed to. The worst player gets passed to.
I run up, steal the ball,
From my own team.
Yes I know, not good. But I can't go on like this.
They know I'm there best player.  But I'm a girl.
I dribble the soccer ball, down the feild.
I pass a defender at lightning speed. I run, showing off my moves,
I don't care.I have to prove myself. I am almost there. I am ready to shoot. I draw my foot back.
And *BAM*
A boy slams into me, like it's football.
I scream out in pain, and crumple to the floor.
"Oops, that was an accident."  The boy who knocked me over, tells the supervising adult.  The voice sounds framillar.
I know it wasn't and accident, I know he is lying.I look up to see who it is.
I see the shirt.He's on my team.I steam with anger.I look up more.I double over.
I try looking up again.I see him smileing at his teamates.
Then I start to cry even harder than I had been.
He's my best friend.
I stand up, wincing.
I limp over to him.
I punch him.
Right in the forehead.
He screams, and fall to the ground. He smacks the leg I had hurt.
I scream, loudly.  I kick his leg on the way down.  He falls to the ground unable to move, his eyes close.
I start to close my eyes.  The grass tickling my skin.
I start to drift off, and...

A Sports Person

VT

16 years old

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