"OVER HERE, YOU DUMB-ASS! I'M WIDE OPEN!" Ellie's blood was boiling, her adrenaline was pumping, and her teammate was being, in her eyes, a complete idiot. She was open, they were right next to the soccer goal, and everyone knew Ellie was the best when it came to scoring. That's why the coach had on her on offense in the first place. That's why everyone passed it to her when she was open and by the goal. And yet, there was her teammate, who knew she was open, not passing it to her. He was just dribbling the ball back and forth like a moron! She could feel the sense of frustration inside of her growing, the irritatingly persistent sense of anger was unavoidable. If she didn't get to kick that ball soon, she'd end up kicking one of the opponents... On purpose.
Ellie watched as her teammate got in position to kick the ball. No you idiot, they're going to steal the---- NYGAHHHH! MORON! She watched in agony as she was helpless to stop the other team from stealing the ball. And as she sprinted across the field in hopes of catching up, she felt her breath running out and her legs beginning to slow down. She couldn't bear to run anymore, and maybe it would be better if she stayed midfield for now... If her team managed to get the ball back, then they'd have to have someone to pass it to, not to mention she had to get her breath back or her asthma might start to act up... Ellie found herself panting near the middle of the field, her muscles tense as she watched the ball in utter suspense. You've got this guys. Come on, come on... She held her breath and poured all of her hope into the hands of her team. If they won this game, she'd buy them all complementary, high-quality, expensive blueberry muffins from the new bakery not too far away from here. Maybe a mile or two? She could smell them all the way from the soccer field. In fact, her mouth was beginning to water...
NO!
Ellie felt her heart sink as she watched the opposing team score a goal. It was only seconds later that the whistle blew, signaling the end of soccer practice. Her team had lost, by one point! One stupid point... "Alright, nice work everyone. Remember, be here Tuesday. Also, Ellie, can I talk to you for just a sec?" She took a sharp breath and turned to her team's coach, otherwise known as Aaron. A nice man, she had to admit, but an annoying one at times. He always told her to try and be nicer to her teammates, but... They were the ones who were giving her a reason to yell at them! And she was only giving them her feedback; helping them improve. What was so wrong with that? She was only trying to help. Ellie nodded in response to his request to talk, turning to him with a bit of a fake smile.
"Listen, I know you're working on this, but you've gotta be nicer to everyone else. Treat people how you want to be treated." Aaron bellowed. In return, Ellie only gave him another nod, before walking off. She'd had enough soccer for today... and maybe for the rest of her life. She wasn't sure. If playing soccer meant losing again, then perhaps she'd do better without it.
"Whatever," Ellie had told herself. "Once everyone else gets here, I'm sure I'll cool off..." Shaking her head, she made an A-line for the park bench. She was expecting her friends in a little while; Bianca had managed to convince them to go to the park with her. She claimed that there were only so many days left until snow began to fall, therefore she had to get out as much as possible to see the birds, and the park was the perfect place to do that. And so, they'd agreed that they would all meet at the park around eleven o'clock on a Saturday, in other words, now. Ellie could never understand why Bianca hated snow so much, but maybe some mysteries weren't meant to be solved. Waving off the topic, she found herself lying on the park bench in wait of her four friends. "They should be here any second now..."
[Bleh, sorry for the rushed post. I would've posted for Bianca, too, but I'm in a bit of a hurry, so... yeah. Anyway, post away~!]