AN: Hi, this is Kat, I am the editor of this story, whereas Michelle is the actual author, and this is her account. You can find me, my penname is xShatteredSilencex, Anyway thanks for reading!

'Okay, kids. This is our last chance. If we win this, we'll be in the grand finals,' Frank, our very, er... serious coach says and rubs his hands together.

'Don't worry, Coach. We're in it to win it. We will win it... coz... we're better than them... and we're gonna win. Can we get some ice-cream after?' Tom, our... random, odd one says, looking up at Frank from tying his shoe.

'Shut up, Tom,' Jake, the smart one says.

I just sit there, ignoring them looking at my shoes. Pink. Ew, I hate pink. Why do even I have pink boots? They should be... I dunno... black. Or even purple. Anything but pink. Note to self: Buy new boots after the match. I glance over at the other team warming up. They looked pretty good. What was I saying?! We were GOING to win this. No matter what.

'Coach... should we like... warm up?' I ask, looking up at him. Frank looks ever at the other team.

'Yes. Jog around the pitch, come back, stretch... um... er... passing skills, Josh, I'll help you with the keeping... and... yeah, we should be ready to go by then,' Frank says.

The whole team, which consists of me, Jake, Josh, Tom, Riley, Jim, Gary, Liam, Cameron, Jourdyn, Alex, Hank and John, stood up and ran as a team around the grounds, came back, stretch and practiced passing while Frank and Josh worked on Josh's keeping.

Then it was time. The reff called the two captains to the center of the pitch, so I quickly walked over and waited impatiently for the other teams captain. A very tall, dark haired boy, who looked about 18 or 19, ran over to meet the reff and me. I shook hands with the reff, whose name was Fred by the way, and so did the strange tall boy. 'Captains, shake hands,' Fred says. I look the boy in the eye and grip his hand quite tightly. I look over at his team mates, who were sniggering. I glare at the boy as I let my hand drop. He turns around and I read the name on the back of his shirt. K. Jonas.

'We have to win this,' I say to my team as I put my mouth guard in. They all nod in agreement and we all take our positions. I stand in the center, face to face with a kid who had short, dark brown hair. Fred blew his whistle and the game began. The Taipans started off with the ball, but the Roos quickly got possession. Jake, me and Liam were the attackers. Jake ran down the pitch, me and Liam trailing closely behind. K. Jonas got the ball off Josh, but me and Liam attacked him and got it back. I sprinted down the pitch with the ball being chased by three boys who look extremely alike, brothers perhaps? Kick. Going... going... GOAL!! I jump up and down and do a back flip.

Half time. Score: 1-4, Taipans way. This was not going well. I look over at Josh, who was like, my best friend, and smirk. He know what I was thinking. He pulls out a small, plastic bag with small white tablets in them. I nod curtly and we get up.
'Coach... we're gonna go get a... er... drink,' Josh says and looks at me. I nod in agreement. 'Yes, a... drink,' I agree. Frank nods, distracted. Josh and I get up and go hide behind a tree. We needed a distraction. Luckily for us, the Taipans went for a jog around the pitch. To keep warm, I suppose. I look at Josh and nod. He then gets up and walks slowly, and quietly towards the Taipans drink bottles. He unscrews each lid, quickly and drops one of the tablets in each. Before you asume ANYTHING, they're not drugs, they're sleeping pills. Josh then quickly puts the lids back on each of the drink bottles and runs back to the tree before anyone saw what he was doing. 'I did it,' Josh says. I glance over at the Taipans, who were coming back from their jog.
'Thanks, Captain Obvious,' I say and playfully slap him with the back of my hand. He smiles and stands up. I copy him and we quickly make our way back to our team.

Fred walks into the middle of the pitch. The Taipans all take a swig out of the spiked drink bottles. I look over at Josh who was pulling on his gloves. He sees me looking at him and puts his thumbs up. I laugh and go to the center of the pitch. The dark haired boy with short hair was already there, waiting for me.
'You're going down, Princess,' he says and looks at me. PRINCESS?! DID HE JUST CALL ME PRINCESS?! I hear a chorus of 'oohh's and 'oh no he didn't's coming from my team mates. I glare at him and pull my long brown hair into a high pony tail. 'By the way... my names Joe'
'Like I care,' I say. 'Oh, and by the way, I'm the complete opposite of a princess.' He just laughs.

Fred's whistle blew very loud. Joe kicks the ball to one of his younger team mates who was quick on his feet. This curly haired boy ran, dribbling the ball into our half of the pitch. He was running and running until he got to Riley. Riley was one of our top defenders. Riley runs towards curly-head and slide tackles him. Riley gets up quickly and kicks the ball to Liam, who was in the Taipans half. Liam dodges through the defenders and gets right in front of the goals. He was going to kick, but he hesitated and Joe got possession of the ball. This made me angry so I sprinted as fast as I could towards him and slid in front of him, sliding the ball away from him towards Liam. Liam walks slowly with the ball towards the goals. The Taipans didn't seem to be paying much attention, they were all yawning. He kicks it to the goals. Its going, going, going... miss. Darn.

'DAMN IT!' I scream and throw my bag to the ground as I walk into my house. 'Whats up?' my older brother, Aaron, asks. How could he not know? I sit down the couch and pull my boots off. 'We lost,' I say and sigh. He looks at me with that look that says 'Oh well, you did your best. Try again next year'. Then he said exactly that. 'Oh well, you did your best. Try again next year.' 'We'll win it next year,' I reply. 'Then we'll win the grand final.' 'That's the spirit!' Aaron says happily. Aaron was a very happy person. Sometimes too happy. It was very annoying. I shake my head and walk to my room. All the walls were covered in soccer posters. I even had a soccer rug on the .

I was so tired, I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. Which had the Perth Glory logo on the doona.

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