Guardians

chapter 2

"Pass it up, Marque!" Love shouted at me on my right. She was hopping and running at the same time trying to catch up with me.

I kicked the ball towards her and ran right through the left wing of the other team. I worked my way up towards the goal and as I ran pass the sweeper, Love passed the ball to me and I kicked it right through the goal.

SCORE! It was my 3rd goal for the game. Somehow I felt like an energy from some unknown source kept charging and charging my body. I was invincible and I have no plans of showing mercy.

I heard everybody scream and as I turned to celebrate my goal with the others, my team mates were already on their knees doing the gesture when you are praising someone. I laughed and pulled them up.

The captain ball of the other team approached me and said " Tone it down a little, Thompson. Your slaughtering my team out here!" and we both laughed.

Rose was a good friend of mine. We were friends in middle school and not to mention in the same soccer team before. She was a nice girl who always was fun to be with. She had a certain kind of spunk you couldn't just stay away from. She was one of the people who convinced me to actually try soccer. Who would ever have thought that we'd be opponents in the field?

" No, you play it up. My team's not as sucky as you think." I replied with a wide grin. I saw her shake her head while running towards their half of the field.

Soccer was one of the routine activities I was actually looking forward to everyday of my life. I like sweating it out in the field. I liked the feeling of running, it kind of like makes me feel like I was flying. The rush is just awesome!

After the game, which we won, the team decided to rest it out in the middle of the field. We were all sweaty, smelly, and exhausted but we didn't care. That's also one of the things I liked with sport- the people I get to be with. In my soccer world, I get to be with people who did not care about looking fabulous and spick and span all the time. I get to be away from the world of manicured and pedicured nails, of faces full of make-up, and of expensive and tailored clothes. I never did get those girls. I mean don't get me wrong, I love fashion, I love looking good, but over the top tailored looking like bozo the clown make-up is just NOT my thing.

"Bitch alert" Kathy Anne said in her southern accent. All of us looked at the direction she was bobbing her head to. Miranda Elliot, the perfect example of the person embodying the characteristics I was just enumerating. Everybody in town thinks she's perfect, if only she can get her grades to be high enough to pass average. She's like a genius if a potato chip was a genius. PFF!

"Ugh! Just look at her!" Dominique rolled her eyes " stumping around school like a freaking fairy princess" she added and everybody nodded and expressed their agreement.

"Fairy princess in a horror film. The non-hot ones. Fairy princess in zombie land!" I added. Everybody turned quiet and looked at Miranda walking through the sidelines of the field, then they looked at me and we all laughed.

Dominique stood up and did a bizarre impersonation of the fairy princess" Look at me, I'm so beautiful everybody should praise me. Nyeh-nyeh-nyeh-nyeh"

"Marque, you want to come and eat?" Marge, one of my other friend called out from the bleachers. She was waving her hand frantically.

Everyone laughed at her gestures. The thing with a town like ours, almost everybody knows everybody. Boy, did everybody know Marge.

"Okay Marge" I shouted at her while fixing my things. " Stop waving your hand like that or they'll come off" I added while swinging my studs to my back and stumped off. "See you guys tomorrow".