another soccer metaphor. by Erlebnisse, literature
Literature
another soccer metaphor.
It is too cold, and too wet, and too close to midterms to be out here playing like this, I groaned as I paced back and forth in front of the goal. I kicked a pile of sand and snorted. They should have just canceled the game.
I know, Marisa said. I have so many midterms next week! Spanish, math, social studies...
Dont even talk to me about midterms, I muttered. I have seven.
It was the Thursday before midterm week, and my soccer team was suffering another crushing loss on behalf of the light pink team. In other circumstances it might have been a normal game,
july 18 1:00 am 2012
yesterday was horrible my girlfriend broke up with me and i lost my position as captain of the soccer team over one horrible game. jasmine broke up with me because i wanted to talk to another girl without her getting jealous and throwing a fit...for a 17 year old she acts more like a fucking 12 year old. as for the soccer game i had full control of the ball and i was getting ready to make the goal when i lost it to their team captain. i also have to go back to military school so my adopted dad can fucking drink beer and ignore my existance for another school year