soundtrack. Whenever we kick, someoneâs just a second too slow to gain possession.
Iâve never felt like I did on the field today. Lost. Like my luck had completely run out. I hated the feel of all those faces in the crowd burning into me, watching me lose. I feel like Iâve stepped off the edge of something and below me there are acres and acres of black. Iâm in that dream again but Iâm not flying. Iâm falling through currents of dark. The wooden seat scratches at my legs. I carve my name into it with my fingernail: Gracie Faltrain was here.
The siren goes. I wait for the team to walk off the ground before I stand up. Annabelle passes me as Iâm leaving the field. For a moment weâre in step together. My left leg is moving forward at the same time as hers. I slow down my pace, kick my right foot forward and move into my own rhythm. She tells Susan that she and Nick are off to see a film. She makes sure I hear every word. I smile the whole time sheâs speaking but I keep thinking, finish what you have to say. Go. And then I can find a quiet place. Cry on my own. I have no problem with tears. I have a huge problem letting Annabelle know that sheâs upset me.
âCoach, you got a minute?â
âMake it quick, Faltrain. Whatâs up?â
âIâm thinking about quitting the team.â
âAnd why would that be?â
âIâve just had enough of soccer.â
âWHAT?â His hands are flexing. His nostrils are flaring.
âWhatâs the real reason, Faltrain?â
âThatâs it.â
âListen up, because youâre only going to hear this once from me. When you ran onto the field that first day you played I thought, what on earth have I done?â
âThanks, Coach.â
âShut up and listen. But, Faltrain, you play like you belong out there. At least you did. Youâre one of the reasons weâre going to New South Wales. I know why youâre quitting. Iâve heard the guys talking. Theyâre not too happy. Think about why that is. The little kid who ran out onto that field three years ago had guts. If you find her, let me know. Iâd like to bring her to New South Wales. I need her there. You, though, well if you donât have the guts, I donât want to take you. Now what do you say?â
âI wonât change my mind, Coach. Youâll need to replace me.â I couldnât change my mind, even if I wanted to. Whenever I played now, Iâd see the faces of the guys on the team. Iâd hear that voice. When Coach called me off, even though we were losing, every player except Martin was smiling.
âSee you later, Gracie Faltrain,â Flemming said, just quietly, so that only I would hear.
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ANNABELLE
I donât know anything about soccer, Nick. Explain to me again exactly why Gracie was put on the bench?
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COACH
I thought I had Faltrain with the bit about the guts. Iâve never seen a kid that stubborn.
One day weâre playing brilliantly and the next day my left midfielderâs gone left field and my teamâs calling for her blood. Blood, sweat and tears, I tell them. Not her blood, though. Not my tears.
âKnight!â
âCoach?â
âGet her back before the Championships. Weâll never win without a strong midfield. And make sure she understands â she comes back, she plays as part of the team.â
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MARTIN
âGet her back,â he says. Like itâs as easy as buying some milk. Iâd have more chance trying to win the lottery.
âItâs not fair, Martin. Other guys miss and donât get forced out of the game,â she says to me after the match. âIâve won the game for us so many times and this is the thanks I get.â
âDonât you get it? You were on the bench because you wouldnât pass the ball, Faltrain, not because you missed the shot,â I say as her mum pulls up in
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