Did I Make It?

” got it?” he finished

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, sure. Totally.” I assure him.

“You don’t have a clue, do you?”

“Well.. no.”

“Okay. The balls going to be given to you,” he explained exasperated, “you tap it to me, and I pass it to the wing. You just run up the field. Alright?”

“Oh! Yeah, fine.”

By this time, everybody was just finishing up finding their positions. Apparently Derick, the captain, didn’t give very good directions.

“Okay guys, lets do this!” he blowed the whistle.

I did as I was supposed to – I tapped the ball to Chad but it came up a little short, even for the three feet away that he was. But he managed to kick it to an open left wing.

“Let’s go!!” he yelled at me, noticing that I wasn’t running up the field.

“Oh yeah! I’m coming!!”

Though really, I should’ve stayed behind – I got there just in time for the ball to be kicked to me. “Shoot!” everybody yelled at me. I looked at the goalie, looked at the ball, and kicked for the life of me.

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