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Sweat dropped down her forehead as her cleated feet encased a soccer ball that she dribbled up to half field. A mid fielder on the opposite team ran at her, waiting for an opportunity to strike and take the ball.

Instead, Elliot circled the ball with her foot and lifted it into the air and over the player in front of her, effectively charging forward. When another holding midfielder sprinted in her direction she switched the ball and passed it to her attacking midfielder, Emily.

Emily watched as Elliot moved into an open space before she passed it back to her in one swift motion. Elliot heard another one of her midfielders, Avery, yell out, โ€œMan on!โ€ And with that she looked behind her before she swiped the ball to the left and evading the defender on her right.

Emily ran up with Elliot, the two making their way past the defenders by passing the ball back and forth to one another before Emily passed it to Elliot one more time. As Elliot lined herself up for a shot, the whistle blew making her stop and turn to see the referees.

What had she done? She didnโ€™t pass the defenders for him to call off-sides and she definitely didnโ€™t foul at all. Trust that sheโ€™d know when she fouled, and this wasnโ€™t it.

They couldnโ€™t just stop a championship game for nothing right?

โ€œLopez!โ€ She looked over to the benches and saw her co-coach, Coach Sierra, waving her over. Her eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion as she left the ball and walked over to him.

One thing she noticed was that her dad wasnโ€™t there. Sure he was late but he was a co-coach with Sierra so it was weird he hadnโ€™t showed up to the game yet. Where was he?

โ€œLetโ€™s... talk in privateโ€ Coach Sierra almost whispered, guiding Elliot with her hand on her lower back.

Elliotโ€™s body was on autopilot as she walked with her coach. Did she do something wrong? Something bad? Had her dad told her something? was she being kicked off the team? A thousand more questions shot into her mind, making her hear race.

They walked back over to the stadium where no one happened to be and sat down. Coach Sierra seemed tense and her jaw was sight. She looked almost sad, a guilty yet sympathetic expression relayed on her face as Elliotโ€™s contorted into confusion at it.


โ€œD- Did I do something wrong?โ€ Elliot stuttered in a low voice.

โ€œNo, itโ€™s your father- he um- heโ€™s-โ€

โ€œWhat? What happened? Is he alright?โ€

โ€œHe got into a car accident. Heโ€™s in the hospital and is in critical conditionโ€ Coach Sierra muttered lowly, a tear escaping her eye as she looked to her shoes.

โ€œW-What?โ€ Elliot mumbled, a hand clasping over her mouth as she felt her knees buckle underneath her.

โ€œIโ€™m so sorry Els-โ€

โ€œCan you, can you give me a ride over to see him? My um, my car is uhโ€ Elliot couldnโ€™t complete her sentence as a choked sob escaped her throat, her eyes burning with the sensation of tears threatening to spill over.

โ€œCome onโ€ Coach Sierra softly said, helping the girl up from her seat and to the parking lot.

It seemed that the rest of night was a blur of white for Elliot. She couldnโ€™t fathom what really had happened and her mind blanked every time someone would talk to her at the hospital. One word she held in her mind as they said it, held her heart in her hands as it crushed into a thousand pieces.

Her chest physically ached, a hand reaching over to hold it. Her stomach jolted, a feeling of bile reaching up to her throat making her clutch her waist with her other arm. A sob escaped her lips as a cry exited the back of her throat, her eyes fluttering open and shut as salty drops of water exited them and onto her cheeks.

Dead, deceased, passed away, Iโ€™m sorry.

Elliotโ€™s whole world shattered at the sound of those words. Her father, her teacher, her rock, her favorite person. Dead.

She sat there in the hospital chair, a hand clutching a pen that was shaking with despair. Her other hand holding a clipboard filled with papers, tear drops staining them as she attempted to fill them out. Her breathing had since normalized but every so often they shook making her hand writing come out ugly.

She grimaced at the sight of her name, her fathers name, and the name of the victim he had crashed with. Why her? Why now? Why at all? She shook her head slowly as if to get rid of the thoughts, the pen reaching down to scribble on the paper once more.

Hours and hours passed but with time Elliot became numb to the feeling of seconds and minutes. Her body almost sitting in an empty space of black as her mind felt like static, trying to find a connection back to reality.

โ€œEllie? Oh my god Els?โ€ A familiar voice echoed through the halls of the hospital.

Elliot looked up, and there stood her cousin Scarlett, a look of grief on her face as she watched her. Another few seconds passed of silence before her Aunt walked in, her face puffy and eyes trailing tears.

She had lost her brother, that much Elliot knew. Scarlett awkwardly stood next to her Aunt as Elliot shakily got up from the hospital chair. They briefly looked over one another before they walked into each otherโ€™s arms, Elliot crying once more and Scarlett rubbing circles on her back in an attempt to comfort her cousin.

Apparently, unbeknownst to Elliot, it had been a day since she found out her father had passed away. A day of signing papers, a day of waiting outside his hospital room because she was to scared to see him, and a day of traveling for her Aunt Tilda and Scarlett.

They both came all the way from Washington to grieve and help the young girl pack. Elliot didnโ€™t have anymore family in Texas, her mother died at her birth and her father was the only one left because his sister moved to Washington for a better life and maybe because a certain boy convinced her to do it.

But nevertheless, Elliotโ€™s Aunt wanted to take her in and bring her back with her. (Much to her dismay) Scarlett, along with Elliotโ€™s best friend Emily, helped her out with packing as she was too distracted by things of her fathers as she rummaged through her room.

Every little thing, a photo, a shirt, and just walking by his room made Elliot cry once more for another hour or so, followed by her cousin comforting her.

When the packing was done and all of her belongings were being sent over to her Aunts house, Elliot was placed on a plane. Her AirPods, along with with her IPhone played songs through her ear as she begged for sleep to take over. But it never did because her mind was traveling as fast as the plane, thoughts going wild, and โ€˜what ifโ€™sโ€™ sinking in.

She felt like she was drowning, her whole world was breaking and crumbling into ashes as fire made its way into her eyes, blurring them with more tears that were being held by her eyelids that dared not to close. Scarlett who sat next to her on the plane, squeezed her hand and put her head on Elliotโ€™s shoulder. A sign of support and โ€˜talk to me, Iโ€™m hereโ€™.

And for the first time in a week, Elliot smiled.

But what she didnโ€™t know was that her senior year was going to be filled with drama. From knee braces to ex-girlfriends, and soccer to certain boys. What could go wrong?


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A/N Hey guys :) New story, what up!


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