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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Jim Mitchem

We Are What's Wrong With America
Why I Don't Read

Jim Mitchem

Writer. Father to daughters. Husband. Ad man. Raised by wolves. @jmitchem on twitter. First novel, Minor King, out now.

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