Here I was, my career in front of me but all I can focus on is the sirens. Like waiting in line to be executed. It feel like they were coming to lock my dream up in jail, no matter what their intentions are. My teammates gathered around me shouting for coach. I already new my parents were rushing on the field. My first practice with U17 National team, this was not how I imagined it. I did not consider the sirens. They are hunters that find their prey in innocent people. They do not ask if it is a good time, I wish they did. As I'm being jammed into the ambulance I'm hoping they treat my head which seers more than my leg. But after all, it gonna be okay. But I should have known I couldn't have gone sixteen years without fracturing or breaking bone.