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Friday, 16 July 2010
11:06:46 AM (GMT)
I Wanted To Try Writing About A Story Of Some Sport Either Than Hockey XD So I
Choose Football, Idk If I'll Ever Continue With This, But If I Do It'd Be After I
Finish LSBH Which Only Has 11 Chps Left =D


“And Derek Steels is wide open; he’s waiting for the ball to sail right into his
hands Mike! If he gets the ball he’s free to run to get a touchdown with no one
watching, and here it comes!” Speaker Dallas yelled to the audience as the ball
soared threw the air.
	I watched the ball with judging eyes, that ball had tortured me all summer, because
no matter what I had to hold onto that ball, and I couldn’t dare let go of it. Even
if I was weak from visiting my now ex boyfriend, I still had to hold onto it.
	Derek had been vicious in our training and had taught me football wasn’t easy
because all you had to do was hold onto a ball, no it was actually harder to hold
onto that ball than you thought. Derek had also taught me that football was about
soul, and that you had to trust the ball and yourself to not let go of it, to not let
the ball slip through your grip.
	The brown leather and white laced ball flew through the air, everyone looked up to
watch it as it came closer and closer to Derek where he ran backwards and stopped to
wait for it to land in his hands.
	“It looks like number ten’s got this ball! And the Gargoyles are running towards
him now, trying to get there before the ball does, but it doesn’t look like
they’ll make it Dallas! This whole game consists on that touchdown for the
Eagles!” Mike shouted now. 
	Everyone’s eyes went wide as Derek jumped into the air, his arms in the perfect
catching position; I held my hand to my mouth and crossed my fingers on my other
hand, hoping he’d get it.
	And then the ball finally made contact with Derek, but it wasn’t the contact
everyone had wanted, the ball hit Derek smack in the middle of his forehead and as he
crashed to the ground unconscious the ball bounced off into the touchdown zone.
	On the field everyone stopped running and paused for a second, and then all mayhem
broke loose, Derek Steels had just been fatally injured, how could this be? How could
Alberta’s best player be hurt this bad?
	I felt the feeling inside of me surge up and take control as I stood from my seat in
the stands and ran, ran like I’d never ran before down to the grass. I jumped the
fence that separated the grass from the stands and kept running the football yards
until I finally reached him, others were already crowded around him, I pushed them
away and bent down to put Derek’s head in my lap. I smacked his face twice.
	“Derek, Derek, wake up!” I called. He grumbled, and then he slowly opened his
eyes to look at me.
	“I’m sorry Everie,” Derek whispered, and then he passed out again. Frantic I
hit him.
	“No, no, Derek stay with me!” I cried, shaking him violently, a hand rested on
my shoulder.
	“Everie, Everie. Stop, he needs to get to the hospital, everyone back up! Make way
for the stretcher!” Jay called out to the crowd, good old Jay, Derek’s best
friend and my child hood friend. 
	But I was so angry right now, Derek had let me down, and he wasn’t waking up! My
new best friend was leaving me without my permission!
	“Okay give him some breathing room, miss we’re going to have to ask you to leave
this man’s side now.” The paramedic told me, I wanted to hit Derek some more,
take out some of my frustration, but Jay knew me and quickly pulled me away into a
bear hug where I hid in his shoulder as the paramedics bent down and lifted Derek
onto the stretcher.
	“It looks like he has a high possibility of head damage, maybe even brain loss, we
need to move now!” The paramedics yelled, and when I turned to see my new best
friend one last time, I didn’t even notice him.
	His head was bleeding, his dirty brown/blonde hair soaking in the blood as they
discarded his football helmet onto the ground with disrespect, Derek, Derek would
hate them for that! But before I could hurt them for disrespecting him and his sport,
his passion, they were already wheeling Derek off of the field without me, leaving me
behind to wallow in Jay’s arms.
	“Jay, why was his head bleeding?” I asked. Jay rubbed his hands on my shoulders
	“He has a head injury Everie, it doesn’t look good.” I felt myself choke;
choke on the words I wanted to scream. But I didn’t say anymore, no instead I went
forward, bent down and picked up number ten’s helmet and held it high into the
	Derek couldn’t be dying; he just couldn’t be, could he?

But I Guess You Can Already Tell What It's About, Love, Drama And Sports And Maybe A
Little Supernatural  
And Also Brain Tumors =0

Kirti says:   16 July 2010   389700  
That's not football! That's... American football. The writing
is good, but you had me thinking it was soccer.
CrazyMeaghanJellieBeanie says:   16 July 2010   220943  
LOL Soccer? In Canada We Call It Football Too. Soccer Is Where We Have
A White And Black Ball In Canada. 
While Football Is The Brown leather Ball With White Laces XD
America And Canada Call It The Same Thing.

Really? I Thought It Was Too Confusing XD 
Kirti says:   16 July 2010   923907  
I though we were the only ones stupid enough to call a game played
with both hands and feet "football". 
CrazyMeaghanJellieBeanie says :   16 July 2010   714098  
Haha I Know Right, I Always Thought It'd Make More Sense With A Made
Up Name Or Handball, But Since America And Canada Used To be One, And
Then Seperated Into Two Different Countries, They got Used To Using
The Same Terms. Plus We've Been Calling It That For So Long, it'd Be
Stupid To Change It Now XD 


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