IZ pov
I couldn't hear anything except my breathing, which left a white cloud of color.
I should tell you better about me huh…my name is Isabella Swan, but I go by Izzy or Iz, and I am 17 years old.. I have chest length dark brown hair, with dark blue highlights, which slightly waves and green eyes due to colored contacts…I am a sport chick. I live in Forks, Washington with my adoptive dad, Charlie, Renee, his wife, left him when I turned 15 years old.
Now back to the present…I'm in the middle of a football game against the werewolves…we are tied with 15 seconds left in the game. I'm the quarterback and runner when needed too.
I looked at the opposing team and back at mine. I huddled behind Taylor and yelled, "22, 23, hut…hut…hike!" The ball was thrown into my hands as our team exploded onto the field. I looked for an opening and saw a guy running at me. I pitched my arm back and threw the ball as hard as I could toward Scott at the end goal. Just as I let go I got hit and we flew back about 10 ft.
I landed with a thud and an "Uhhh!" Pain wrapped it's way around my ribs high and low, while the breath left my body. I pulled myself up, ignoring the pain, as the ball got caught. The crowd roared with energy and I struggled to stay awake. I saw Scott jogging back to me as my vision grew dark. "IZZY!" I heard sluggishly as my world left me.