Soccer Balls: A Short Story

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“Ouch!” I yelped hysterically. “My bad, I am so sorry.” yelled the guy across the field. “ Are you okay?” asked my uncle laughing unstoppably. “No!” I whined. “ I apologize.” said the guy in a soft rueful voice. “Don’t worry about it.” I had no idea getting hit with a soccer ball in the face could be so painful. Yeah it was an accident and yeah the guy who kicked the ball was cute, but neither of those took the pain away. My face ached and pounded with pain. The guy who kicked the ball was probably just half the field away. The force and strength he put into kicking the ball was strong enough to cross two whole fields and even get past the goalie. Honestly, I am exaggerating, but it did hurt. He walked over towards me with an apologetic face. As he got closer I was actually embarrassed to show my swollen and bruised up face. Well, I should say, that was thanks to him. …show more content…

I remember this one day when someone swung their arm at my face and it hurt so much that i literally thought i had broken my nose. On a tournament someone kicked me merciless in the stomach and left me breathless for a couple seconds. I am really thin, so i usually get thrown over by anyone. Soccer can lead you to a promising future, but it can also lead you to a hospital bed. Pretty much every men in my family plays soccer, and being the only girl who plays soccer in the family is a little intense. My uncles were thrilled to see that i am the only girl, out of so many, to like playing soccer. Soccer is something that we are all passionate about. That is what we do for entertainment and fun. When we hear the word soccer we are all eager to hear what’s next. We connect together through soccer. It brings us all together, like a keychain that holds many different keys in

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