CHAPTER ONE ; My legs tension as I bolted for the rolling ball . It seemed like everyone else was moving much faster than I was but that was hard to believe because I was the fastest girl on the team . I began trying to make my legs move faster but they felt stuck . Everything began to be a blur everything expect the ball . My heart began to beat faster and faster . My lungs felt as if they where ready to pop . I began to get closer to the ball until I began to stumble but then , in that very second I the ball touched my cleat and I raised my leg behind me and gave it a swift kick . The ball like a bolt of lighting hit inside the net and I could hear the team cheering . My whole body let go and I fell to the ground in pain . I held my legs in pain . Tears came rushing down my pale cheeks . Insted of crying silently I let out a roar of pain . The coach came running towards be and the whole team gathered around me in a circle .
" Nobody touch her ! " I heard the coach yell . My eyes shut , and after they shut I didn't remember a thing .
CHAPTER TWO ; I woke up in a bed . Not my bed . But a bed . I wasn't really to sure where I was . I glared at the door in which had my name printed in bold letters on the front . I watched as an old wrinkled woman came slowly towards me .
"Mariah you played great , I watched you , "
" Who are you ? " I asked clearing my throat .
" My name is Claire Foster , I like to watch the soccer games that go on at the Dome , It reminds me of when I was a child , Soccer was always my favorite , I would have done anything to play " Claire said putting her small old fragile hands on top of mine .
" What happened to me out of the field today? " I asked staring at her snow white hair .
"You over worked your body , and you hurt your back and legs , " The old woman said .
" May I speak to my mother , please ? " I said parting my dry lips . Claire shook her head and walked out of the room . Then all of a sudden my overwhelmed mother Isabella came dashing into my room .
" Mariah ! Baby , are you okay ! What hurts ! " My mother yelled with fear in her voice .
" Mom , i'm fine , calm down ,"I said smiling .
" The Doctor said you could leave " My mother said with a over sized smile on her face .
" Really ? Thats great , " I said feeling sharp pains in my back . My mother pushed her fire red hair behind her ears and she stood up and she pulled a wheelchair up beside my bed .
" What's this ? " I asked .
" Your wheelchair ? " She said arching her eyebrows inwards .
" What ? I have a game tomorrow , I can't play in that ? " I said raising my voice .
" You have to miss your game , Mariah , your hurt ! " My mom yelled . I shook my head and tears slid down my face . My mother helped me into my wheelchair and she quickly put me in the car and began to head for our house .
CHAPTER THREE ; I looked out the fogged up window . I wiped the fog off the window with my hand and I peered out the window . I knew for a fact there was probably a good chance I wouldn't be going back to the Dome to play .
" I'm not going back am I ? I'm not allowed to play Soccer anymore , Right ? " I said staring at mirror that showed my mother's dark brown eye's staring all around the car . She turned her head to look at me and she shook her head .
"No , " She said . As soon as those words ran through my mind a few times my brain began to hurt , just like the rest of me .