Destined:The Story of an Extraordinary Boy

ool, where nothing chang

wood

oncentrate on soccer. I don't know why my mom keeps insist

use during classes, and stuff it into my backpack, not carin

e shout my name, and I turn

tarted walking to class, knowin

ay?" he asks excitedly as if he

been?" I turn to look

lks in, and everyone greets him as he places his materials on his desk. Soo

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to the locker room to get changed. I walk in with my duffel bag over my

d when the slam of a locker

?" a deeper

a weaker voice an

to be the guy with a conscience. I drop my boots near

on't tell me where

interrupting him and his two bu

ere doing, or you will take his place." He gestures t

ne with him. He moves closer to the new kid, c

him a

there. "What did you just say?" He raises his bro

were bigger than I was, so I needed

asks, punching his fist into the

for him?" he hit again,

ake us down

his place?" his hands were mid

nch. His buddies shove me away to the wall across.

ing closer to me with a steady stance. His buddies laughe

throat, holding me in place. "I'm going beat your ass." He assures

ed over to a boot on one of the lockers, and it moved, it moved. Then, it s

coach. Something hard hit the locker, making everyone look at it before returnin

, bad bully. I seriously try hard not to laugh. I think he

ed between the coach and me as if trying to make a tough decision. "You a

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the ball already there. Being a striker, I

ks at me as our eyes meet when

eady," I repl

f my teammates. I keep in mind that it's only training and not an actual game

the kick and changing the path back into our side. I run gradually inside, watching the game carefully and calculating, too. One of our best

gs and continue my journey to the post. I look to my left and

head towards the post, directing it toward the net. I stumble on my feet as I land; I look at the post just in time to see the b

nd of practice. I walk over to the bench a

e. "Mostly you, but still, we might have a chance at this

out there" I swing my bag ove

d, you would be begging me not to fuck you up", he re

said sarcasticall

ur ass next tim

a grin on my lips