Goals

Chapter 1

"Daddy, when I grow up, I want to be just like you!"
Mia watched her father in amazement as he practiced his footwork.
"Mija, someday you will surpass me. And that's the day I'm waiting for," he said, smiling at her. That was the day she made her decision. Even though she was only 5 years old, she decided to make soccer her life. Nothing would get in the way of her and her goals (literally and figuratively). Nothing at all.
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11 years later.....
Mia watched as Sheila booted the ball downfield. She was probably their best defender, with that leg of hers. Her foot would barely touch the ball and bam! It was on the other half. Mia's eyes followed it through the air and watched it land near her team mate Aubrey.
Well, better get to work. She began running down the field to get open, yelling orders at the other girls the whole time. Sure, there were good players on the team like Sheila. But no one could deny that she was the leader. Soccer wasn't just a passion to her, it was life. So she always was in charge, because with her coordination and the other girls' strength, they were basically unstoppable.
Mia watched Aubrey and continued running towards the goal. Finally Aubrey had the chance to pass, and pass she did. The ball went straight to Mia, and she began to quickly dribble it down the field. One of the other team's players ran up beside her, and she maneuvered around her with ease. Running full speed towards the goal, she lined up her shot. And then, with one mighty kick, she hit the ball. The goalie jumped and just barely missed saving it. But the ball made it into the top left corner, and Mia's team was now ahead.
The game ended a few minutes later, her team winning 5-4. Not their best game, but not their worst either. She took off her shin guards and placed them in her bag, then changed out of her cleats and into normal shoes. She didn't notice someone come up behind her.
"Hey," a voice said. Mia jumped and turned around. Standing behind her was a guy who was about a foot taller than her. He had a tan, muscly, body. His eyes were a bright shade of blue, and his brown hair was cut fairly short. She stared as he began talking.
"I'm James Francis. I, uh, just wanted to say you're really good." He smiled sheepishly and rubbed his elbow.
Mia smiled. "Thanks. You play?" she asked.
"Oh, yeah I do. Wanna play 1v1 sometime? It'd be challenging against you but I think I could handle myself," he said.
Mia just laughed. "I'm not sure about that chico, but if you say so." She pulled out homework and a pencil out of her bag. Then she tore off a corner and quickly scribbled down her phone number. James watched and then did the same.
Exchanging their papers, she grinned. "Well, if you feel like getting your ass beat, then call me." With that she gracefully picked up her bag and walked away and towards her car, still smiling. James might not have known, but secretly (deep down in a part if herself she didn't want to acknowledge) she wanted him to call her as much as he wanted her to call him.