[OdangoGirl]

“Just one more minute of class to go”. I told myself, it was nearly time for sports. For some reason I always get excited for sports. But this time, I was more excited than usual. I happen to be pretty good at soccer, so they put me on the varsity team. For boys. I’d like to say that’s how Matt and I became boyfriend and girlfriend, but there was a little more to it than friendly teamwork on the soccer field.
“Just one more minute of class to go”. I huffed once more. “Then I can kick his ass”. (Not Matt of course, but the asshole that appeared to have taken my love away from me so they can hang out over the weekend).
Riiiiiinnnnngggggg
The bell finally rang. I jumped out of my seat and ran for the door. It was time to get down to business and let Chad know what Matt’s girlfriend was really all about.

“Ok guys, where gonna do a little scrimmage today.” Said Coach Parker. (He was one of those short, bald coaches that liked to wear the whistle around their necks and scream really loud.)
“Yes!” screamed inside my head. I loved going against my own teammates, because half of the time we have to work together. (Which gets really annoying sometimes).
“Okkkaaaayyyy, we got Cooper, Fuller, and Myers on offence, Carrey and Lewis play mid, and I want Owens, Fisher (Matt!), and Joni on defense.” I smiled, I liked playing defense with Matt. And yes, it was very typical of Coach Parker to not use my last name. (It’s Fitzgerald by the way).
“The rest of you….oh hell, just pick any position.”
Chhhhiiiiiirrrrrrppppp the whistle sounded off like a siren. “And we're off!”
The ball was booted up into the air like a rocket, and landed on the ground with a thump. Most of the players crowed the ball, but I stayed back ready to clear it out into the mid-field.
“Hey, bud, what’s up?” I heard a voice to my right. It was Chad, (talking to Matt of course).
“Hey, bud, we’re in the middle of a game. Why don’t you pay attention and leave him alone?” I snapped back. I was really getting sick of him.
“It’s ok Joni, its just practice.” Matt said.
“But Matt…”
Chhhhiiiiiirrrrrrppppp whistle went off again. “That’s a throw-in.” Said Coach. I glanced at the sidelines, they were going to send the ball my way.
Chhhhiiiiiirrrrrrppppp the player paused then threw it down the line. The ball was coming towards me, I set myself up and prepared for a power kick. Just as I was ready, I felt a sharp heavy punch knock me to the ground.
“Mother….!”
Chhhhiiiiiirrrrrrppppp the whistle sounded again. My legs and hands were filled with muddy terrain.
“Chill out whatcha yelling' for?” said Chad. "You should be happy, I just blocked the ball from hitting you."
“Yeah, that was a sweet head shot dude!” said Matt, and gave Chad a high-five.
I felt like crying. Not because I was bruised and laying on the ground, but because my own boyfriend can’t even help me up or check to see if I’m ok, or curse out Chad for doing such a dumb-ass thing. What happened to my Matt? The one I used to know. It was like he was trying to be cool, but he just ended up looking like a fool, to me anyways.
“Why don’t you take an ice pack on the bleachers Joni, Chad, you can fill in for her.” Coach said, without even looking at me.
I stood up and shook off the dirt, then walked far away from the soccer field and cried.