Hold Your Hand

by Jessica L.A

Cause I've been there before & you've been there before, but together we can be alright.Cause when it gets dark and when it gets cold we hold each other till we see the sunlight,hold my hand.Viola knew that as long as she had them she would be alright.D/V

1. Prologue

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=Hold Your Hand=

-Prologue-

"Foul? That's not a foul! He got all ball!" The coach from Cornwall exclaimed when one of the referees blew their whistle when a player knocked another player to the ground, making them flip before falling hard against the dirt and grass of the soccer field.

"And the penalty kick will decide the game," the announcer for Illyria explained to the crowd as he stood up to get a better view of the person who had to kick the penalty kick against Cornwall.

Twirling the ball in her hands, Viola, then set it down on the ground in front of her. Backing up, she looked at the white netted soccer goal where Cornwall's goalie and captain, her ex-boyfriend, was trying to get into her head.

"Where you gonna kick it?" He asked with a smirk, thinking that she couldn't make the shot and knowing her like he thinks he does, he points to the corner, still trying to get in her head, "Your gonna kick it right here. Aren't cha? I know you're gonna kick it there. Am I in your head, am I in your head? See the goal, it's getting smaller and I'm getting bigger. Come on, I love you. Come on, concentrate, don't kick like a girl."

When the whistle blew, she took off and kicked the ball sending it straight towards the upper right hand corner…