September 30   What now?

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Tamlin and I have become quite good goalies. We both have some epic bruises (although hers is from falling UP the stairs)! I came across my bruise when ‘Josh’ (who kicks crazy hard) said he’d try his hardest kick with us. I stuck my foot out and let it connect with the top of my ankle. That in its self was painful and bruise worthy what really set the swelling in was when Tamlin’s lead imbedded shoe connected with the top of my ankle about half a hundredth of a second after the ball. That is not the point. The swelling has started to go down and I’m back in being part goalie. Some of the ‘Top Notch’ soccer boys (whom nobody likes I might add) decided that the “pansies’ that were already trying to get goals were just being… Pansies. To be honest they weren’t as fantastic as they make themselves sound. Either that or they’re used to really rubbish goalies. One boy who I really dislike who thinks he’s It decides that he’ll try take a shot. He had to get so close to the goals before he shot that Tamlin and I decided he should stand where we stood and then kick to get it in. By now the other boys had had enough and joined in. It was scary the amount of feet that were in front of us. So instead of waiting for them to get their act together and score a goal I tried to kick the ever increasingly close ball away from the gaols. That was at the exact time that the boy decided he would take his shot. Our feet collided. His with my bruise, mine on where my bruise would be if it was on him. This I must admit was painful but it gave me enough time to drop onto my knees grave the ball and then kick it out again. I won’t lie and say that I was being strong. It was FLIPPEN’ sore!!! But there was ‘Seth’ lying on the floor having a complete melt down. Caressing his ankle, shouting in pain. When I confronted him about this. He took great offence and said that it was because he was so used to it. I then explained how if HE was the one used to it I should’ve been the one on the ground. He then took more offence and promptly told me to Shut Up after I told him his logic made no sense. He sits in front of me. (Aren’t I lucky?)  He made a point of it for the rest of the day he was kissing his ankle and getting a lot of sympathy from anyone who would give him some. I on the other hand made a point of making a point of showing every one my epic bruise!



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