Soccer: A Day's Worth of Fun Anonymous

My heart is hammering as sweat drips like tears down the side of my warm, sticky face. Blood, propelled by adrenaline, races throughout my body. Twisting open the bottled water I bought earlier, I sit down on the blue-green grass, looking at the tessellation of squares that hangs over the white, rectangular frame at the end of the field. I see Bryan practicing his free kicks, focused and determined. I see Jesse juggling the ball with ease. I see Eric frantically running after the ball that just missed the goal. "Okay, half time's over!" Bryan shouts. I stand up and run towards the field, feeling the warm afternoon breeze on my face.

"Ball, ball!" I shout as I come running up the middle of the field. Ben cuts quickly to the left, just in time to avoid a sliding Bryan, who yells in frustration. Suddenly, the ball is at my feet. I look up, and the images around me-the players and the field-come to a halt. As I slowly lift my legs and get ready to move, I see a breach in the defense. I dribble past Ali with a classic scissor move. I see Eddie, who seems confident in his ability to guard me. As I face him, I flinch slightly to the left while pushing the top of the ball to the right. I move past Eddie and...