I had to give it to the girls we were ahead of the boys by a goal and there were only a feet minutes left of the class. The boys where all complaining that it was unfair since we had more people but Mr. Tyson thought it was funny the boys were losing. A girl names Sasha got the ball midfield and I pedalled backwards towards the opposing team’s goal keeping an eye on the ball and my defender, who was none other than Ferdi. “You won’t get it Edna. You’re not fast enough or big enough.” He taunts in good humour, and I’ll do just that...I’ll humour him. We shove each other competitively but playfully at the same time, fighting for position to get the ball as it comes towards us. I am able to roll around Ferdi at the ball soars over our heads and I am in position between my defender and his goa
