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A week had gone by a bit too fast. 

I was having a lot of fun while learning new and interesting activities. Some exercises were exhausting, but I always tried my best to do them properly and mom was happy that I wasn't whining anymore.

Jesse, Olive and I were becoming great friends. Although, they both fought quite a lot, I enjoyed spending time with them. Jesse was a really nice guy and I was getting more comfortable around him. It feels good when a guy doesn't judge you by your looks and it definitely feels good when someone sees the real you.

We had finished our daily routine, but the three of us stayed back to play our soccer match. Yes, our soccer match. I had been waiting for this day for a very long time.

The weather had turned quite cold and a gentle breeze was blowing, whipping my hair into my eyes. Gray clouds covered the whole sky and hid the sun behind them. 

"Okay, so how are we gonna play with only three players?" Olive asked, putting her hands on her waist.

She was wearing blue shorts and a pink tank top, on the other hand, I was wearing an over-sized T-shirt and loose half pants. Yes, I had lost a few pounds, but I still looked like my old self. You can't look like a bikini model in only two weeks. It requires so much hard work and dedication.

"Why don't you both form a team? I'll be like a one man army," Jesse said.

 I cocked an eye at him."Overconfident much?" 

"Oh, please! I can beat a dozen people single handedly," he scoffed.

In a few seconds, it started drizzling.

"Fine, let's see what you got," I said, placing the ball on the ground.

Jesse was right; he was amazing at soccer. 

He dribbled the ball and carried it forward. Olive and I were trying to get the ball away from him, but he was a pro. 

He kicked the ball away and ran after it. We ran after him to get the ball and when I finally had it under my control, I passed it to Olive.

"Olive, move fast!" I yelled. 

She was doing nothing right. She was struggling with the ball. It made me anxious because I didn't want to lose that match. 

I could see Jesse smirking, as he tried to get the ball from Olive.

"No!" she shouted.

Jesse took the possession of the ball, dribbling it faster than before. He got close to the goal and took a deep breath. When he positioned his foot, Olive grabbed him from behind and I rolled my eyes at her.

Jesse squirmed in her grip. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to win!"

"Olive, leave him, now!"

She left him and adjusted her clothes. 

Jesse glared at her, straightening his white T-shirt. 

The weather was getting colder, yet I could feel sweat on the nape of my neck. My heart was beating faster than usual, but I didn't want to stop. I wanted to finish our match.

The wind picked up and the rain got heavier. Jesse and Olive were busy fighting with each other and I took this as my opportunity. 

 I hit the ball towards our goal. 

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