Disclaimer: No, I do not own Digimon. I don't even own the words. They are from the dictionary. Sorry, stupid joke there.
Note: I've no idea how the Digimon are in the real world, but this is with 01 aged characters. I might make 02 characters later. Have fun!
Bringing the soccer ball up, I made to throw it, instead dropping it on my knee to kick it up and down. I loved practicing. Even if my mom didn't like me playing soccer, I had done much more dangerous stuff in the last year that made soccer look wimpy. I'm sorry to say that, but it was true. Fighting Digimon was a lot cooler than scoring goals. Though I'm sure that Tai would disagree.
I had made a deal with my mom. I was allowed to continue playing soccer if I helped clean up the shop every night before I went to bed. It wasn't that hard. I just had to water the flowers, clean up any dead leaves, and sweep the floor. My mom never made a mess. To her, everything had its place. And mine was to help her when the shop closed.
I had had a fight with Mimi a few hours ago. She had been trying, again, to get me to wear makeup and a dress, and to go to the dance. I didn't want to go dance at all. Number one: we were too young for that. I would wait until high school before I even considered it.
Number two: I would never tell Mimi this, but I would have no idea as to what to do at a dance.
What do you do at dances, besides dance? What do you dance to? What do you wear? I wouldn't go unless someone asked me, and the two boys I currently liked in my grade were oblivious to that fact. I didn't even know which one I like more. It didn't help that they were best friends. And their younger siblings thought of me as a role model. So I tried to remain neutral and uncaring, and, again, would wait until high school until the thought of dating actually crossed my mind.
I was now moving with the soccer ball, approaching the stairs. My mom and I (and my Dad when he came home from Tokyo) lived in a small flat above my mother's shop. I was reaching a new record with knee-kicks. I had promised my coach that I would try to do a hundred in a row every night. Some might think that big, or small, but it suited me just fine.
Ninety-one, ninety-two, ninety-three, ninety-four…
I was almost there. A new record for me!
"Sora! Matt and Tai are here!"
"Matt? Tai? Biyomon!"
The pink and blue feathered bird landed smack in my face after flying up the staircase. I lost my balance, and fell after the ball down the stairs. Good going, Sora. Nice and smooth. Plus, my record was gone.
The two boys rushed forward, smirks clear on their faces. They each took an arm and helped me up. I wasn't hurt, but I could feel my cheeks reddening.
Luckily, no one saw me blushing. They were all looking at the shop.
"Uh, Sora, is now a bad time?" Tai muttered, barely hiding laughter.
I turned to look.
The ball had bounced. And knocked over two shelves of fresh flowers.
"Yeah, this is a very bad time." And without another look at the two giggling boys, I grabbed a broom and started sweeping.