Taking One For The Team 1
When I was 16, the Young Seven ladies soccer team got cut. For the most of us, this meant less time training, and more time with their friends. For me it was the end of everything. Having moved to the city just 8 months beforehand, the soccer team had given me back what I’d left behind, and taken my mind off my assshole father who I’d caught balls deep in his secretary, the whore. I was good at soccer. I was my talent, the way some girls were dancers, some girls were sluts (but they got all the hot guys). I was a player. I needed football, and I came damn close to slapping Beck when he announced it to us. Being the captain of the team, I could demand why. “Funding, Ali” he drawled, …