Soccer Balls: A Short Story

“Ouch!” I yelped hysterically.
“My bad, I am so sorry.” yelled the guy across the field.
“ Are you okay?” asked my uncle laughing unstoppably.
“No!” I whined.
“ I apologize.” said the guy in a soft rueful voice.
“Don’t worry about it.”
I had no idea getting hit with a soccer ball in the face could be so painful. Yeah it was an accident and yeah the guy who kicked the ball was cute, but neither of those took the pain away. My face ached and pounded with pain. The guy who kicked the ball was probably just half the field away. The force and strength he put into kicking the ball was strong enough to cross two whole fields and even get past the goalie. Honestly, I am exaggerating, but it did hurt. He walked over towards me with an apologetic face. As he got closer I was actually embarrassed to show my swollen and bruised up face. Well, I should say, that was thanks to him.

That tragical event just simply reminds me of how many times I have gotten hurt playing soccer out with my family.

I remember this one day when someone swung their arm at my face and it hurt so much that i literally thought i had broken my nose. On a tournament someone kicked me merciless in the stomach and left me breathless for a couple seconds. I am really thin, so i usually get thrown over by anyone. Soccer can lead you to a promising future, but it can also lead you to a hospital bed.
Pretty much every men in my family plays soccer, and being the only girl who plays soccer in the family is a little intense. My uncles were thrilled to see that i am the only girl, out of so many, to like playing soccer. Soccer is something that we are all passionate about. That is what we do for entertainment and fun. When we hear the word soccer we are all eager to hear what’s next. We connect together through soccer. It brings us all together, like a keychain that holds many different keys in

place.
My family is very diverse. In my family everyone thinks they are right. We have strong beliefs and see things in a different perspective. We can go from happy, joyful family moments to extreme contrast and arguments. I have actually just been describing my aunts. They are the ones with the women drama. They argue over anything, such as who’s kid hit who and why. I remember last christmas when they were arguing about the correct way or the correct recipe to make some type of food. They thought it was a big deal, when it was just pointless. The men, on the other hand, have a good sense of humor. If you are to hang out with them, be prepared for all their pleasantries. I’ve had a taste of both their worlds; therefore, I am stuck playing soccer at least twice a week.
Soccer is one of my passions. It has led me to a world of fitness and healthy living. It has become something very essential in my life. It has become a stress reliever, as well as piano and dance has. Those are the things i do on my free time and are the only things i want to do on my free time. My blood warms up and flows smoothly through my body when i do these things. They just simply make me happy. Soccer can bring people together, and break their nose as well, so we just got to be a little careful.