When Water Meets Light

The New Girl

    I dribbled the ball quickly towards the goal, ready to make the winning shot. I'm always ready. But I square up the positions anyways. I quickly dodge an incoming defender, then shoot fast and hard into the goal. The shot plows straight through the goalie's hands and into the goal.

    I'm George Sia. I'm a boy, eleven years old, soccer superstar. I have played many soccer matches here at Roseville Elementary, all of which I've won. My best friend, David, who despised soccer but liked to be our commentator, went over and raised my hand.

"The undefeated champion! George Sia!", he announced.

     A round of applause broke out. I beamed with pride. Everything was perfect. After all, I'm the best soccer player here. No one can beat me, right? Right?

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       Mrs. Enrickmann, my teacher was shuffling papers on her desk while a girl stood beside it. She had really messy black hair, pulled back with a royal blue headband, in what looked like an attempt to tidy it. She had brown eyes and wore a royal blue skirt, a purple T-shirt, long white socks, and purple flats.

"Good afternoon, class. I'd like to introduce Irie White, our new student," Mrs. Enrickmann told us. "Say hi!"

"Hello," the class murmured. Irie didn't reply. She just glared at us like she had been doing for the pass 3 minutes.

     Irie marched to her new desk - the one next to mine - and started working. Half an hour later, just as we were about to start math, I looked at Irie as she looked at me. It wasn't really a look actually, it was a scowl. Then she turned around. Attached to her back was a sticky note. It read:

"You're dead, George. Your soccer championship is over."

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     I refuse to let a random girl beat me at soccer. And guess what? I let her. I let Irie White beat me! I hope this does not go into my record. I mean, how embarrassing would it be for the entire world of soccer to know about this!? The moment David announced that the new champion was Irie, I could practically feel the sky falling. But we're still best friends. After all, David had to do his job.

"Hey, George," David greeted me.

"Hi," I answered. "I need to tell you something."

"What?" he said in his usual not-really-interested-but-want-to-hear-it-way (I know this doesn't really make sense, but it sounds like it).

I told him about the sticky note. "Irie hasn't even met us yet. Don't you think it's kind of weird how she already knows about our soccer playing?"

David considered a moment. "Yeah. Wait a second, why are you talking about fishiness and weirdness? You never really talk about that."

I grinned. "Yeah, but that's the second thing I'm about to tell you."

This time David was seriously excited. "What?", he almost practically yelled. See, David is a really good emotion-expresser.

"At night, I'm a secret agent for the government. There are two teams, and they're rivals, even though they work on the same side. I work on Team Light, and it's named after what we stand for."

"Hey, cool! Are you joking?" David nearly leaped off the sidewalk in the wrong direction from his house.

"No. And guess what?"

"What?"

"You gotta guess. I'm kidding. Well, I'm soon gonna be promoted as a First Class Secret Agent, and they have assistants. I'm hoping you could be mine," I continued.

David was overjoyed. And when I say overjoyed, I actually mean over-overjoyed. "Really, George? Wow! You're awesome!" He hugged me.

     While we talked about how to help defeat Grythzan, our arch-nemesis, we weren't aware of another secret agent, a specifically talented secret agent, an underestimated secret agent, from the rival team, Team Water. She hopped nimbly from bush to bush, without being seen. She had messy black hair, a headband, and a distinctive scowl.