I fear for her.
I know how much she wants to win, and how fragile her heart is.
I also know how bad her team is this year and that no kid has the capacity to score.
Except her.
And she’s stuck on defense trying valiantly to keep the other team from scoring.
She plays the whole game.
She has to.
Against her survival instinct, she flings her body in the path of much larger girls.
When she runs, her feet are bursts of blue light.
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Soccer Girl | obsessed with conformity
May 20, 2015
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