Her 22 and 8

Coach Beiste couldn't believe it: nobody paid any attention to the ball, the freaking ball bouncing over the field. And all she could do was shout, shout for someone to get the ball. Nobody responded, nobody knew where the ball was, those seconds took forever. Then that wonderful, wonderful miss Cohen-Chang wearing number eight got up and took the ball. Beiste was so glad she had taught the girls the basic rules, because Tina at least knew she had to run to the goal line. Before her eyes Tina Cohen-Chang outran those guys, she was getting close. Coach Beiste heard the roar of the crowd all surprised to see a girls run with the ball. Nearly there, just a couple more yards, she could make it, she was going to make it.

No.

No.

Damn that number four. The whole crowd fell silent immediately, everybody anxious for their number eight. But as Beiste started to run to the girl wearing 8, she only saw her number 22. Even from this distant Beiste could see the horrified and worried expression grazing Mike Chang's face. She would swear she had never seen him take of his helmet and run as fast as he did then. She saw him crash on his knees next to that remarkable girl he loved. Here they were: her 22 and 8, one unmoving face down on the field, the other calling her name. As John bowed over Tina Beiste recalled two little instances:

The day she had told Mike Chang e had earned his place in her football team. He had been glad and had asked one question: "I would like to change my number, from 28 to 22, is that okay?"

"Sure, but why?" It had been one of the very few times she had seen Mike Chang bashful and blushing: "On august 22 Tina said she would be my girlfriend." It was the sweetest thing she had ever heard.

Then just a day ago Tina had approached her and has asked for number 8. "For august I guess." Coach Beiste had commented. Tina had looked surprised, then something clicked: "Mike told you."

"Yes, he did when he asked if he could have another number." Tina had smiled.

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