CHAPTER FOUR : My mother and I finally reached the house she brought me inside and laid me in my own bed .
" I wan't to play Soccer , " I whispered . My mother wouldn't reply to that because she already knew I wanted to play . Soccer was my life . I played it since I was five years old , and i only had one minor injury , a broken arm . I sat up on the bed and I glared over the edge to see how far the ground was and I pushed my body off the side of the bed . My body quickly smashed onto the hard floor . My Mother just stared in fear ,
" Mariah ! " She screamed .