<><><><><>Ginger Laces up Cleats<><><><><>
<><><><><>Part Two<><><><><>
They were bright green.
Soccer started on March 14. The pie from school's Pi day was topsy-turvy in my stomach. The kids there acted as if they were right at home.
We started off running around the field. I tried forcing myself to be unhappy, but the grass felt so... soft under the cleats. My feet fit perfectly, and as I ran my flyaway hairs from my pigtails swirled around my face. I felt at home.
The stretches were nothing that I hadn't done in gym class. I felt the tension in my legs, but the pain felt good. It was a strange feeling- that I loved this, but at the same time I shouldn't be.
We began kicking balls. I loved every second of the drill, and when I glanced back to my parents, they were smiling. I didn't say a word to any of the other kids, and that was okay, because we didn't need to. It was soccer, not school.
But it was over all too fast. All I knew was that I would lace up cleats again.
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