It was the day of the boys' big homecoming game, and everyone was excited. Soccer was a big sport for this school, and any reason for the school to get hyped and dress up was also exciting.I entered the school, decked out in my boyfriend's royal blue and gold soccer jersey, black jeans, and matching blue converse. I decided to let Ellie paint my face during h

The game had finally ended, our team winning by two goals, one actual fist fight, and one broken Connor. I was able to convince Connor to let me drive him to the hospital, so I got a few of the soccer boys to carry him to my car. I let Ellie know I'd call her later then headed out.Connor and I drove in silence, except for him gasping in pain whenever we'd hit

I was standing outside of Connor's house's front door, with my arms full of snacks and movies for tonight. I did my best of knocking with my foot, but I didn't know if his mother was home. Lucky for Connor, she was.She swung the door open, automatically helping me carry the snacks to the guest bedroom where Connor was. I followed behind her, seeing Connor rel

I was in one of the few places in my town where I felt safe and alone. No one else was around, and I could pretend that there were no rumors about my life. I stood in the middle of the soccer field, a ball under my foot. I was trying my best to forget about everything I had heard earlier. I started walking with the ball dribbling between my feet towards the goal. Just as I reached the end of the penalty box, I kicked the ball lightly into the goal.

The next day, I arrived at school and waited for Connor. His mother was dropping him off since he was still feeling some effects from his medication from the night before. I made sure that I'd help just in case he was really out of it, but considering his mother was letting him go to school, I was sure it wouldn't be that bad.Boy, was I wrong.