Dear, Ponyboy Curtis,
I hope this finds you well. I am so sorry about the deaths of your parents. You are my inspiration for soccer. When I was in third grade I joined the soccer team that the rest of my class was on, I never had a fixed position, and realistically I sucked. In fourth grade I became the goalie on my team and I was really good. But in fifth grade I played indoor soccer, I got the wind nocked out of me. And since I haven't been able to play goalie. I am now in eighth grade, my new indoor team doesn't have a goalie. My coach asked me if I would consider playing. I saw you playing, the youngest player to become world famous in a long time. I agreed, I have finally gotten over my fear and you are the reason. I hope you can keep playing even if it takes a while, I hope I have been a help.
Sincerely, Rosie C.
I loved all the support I was being given. I decided that I would listen to Rosie's advice, I would try soccer again. I grabbed my cleats and my ball, and stuffed them in my bag. I left a note for Darry, 'Be at the field be home before dinner.' They wouldn't know the field was the soccer field. Then I left the house.
When I got to the soccer field there was no one there, I started with a simple run around the field then made my work out harder and harder.
"Ponyboy?" I heard a voice from behind me question. I turned around and saw the gang. I had two choices, make a run for it or play it of as if nothing had happened. I chose the latter.
"Hi, guys, didn't expect to see you here, what are you doing here?"
"Taking a walk, then we saw someone we thought we recognized," Two-Bit told me, smiling cheekily.
"Why are you here, Pony?" Soda asked in a worried voice, "you said you didn't like soccer anymore."
"Um, I just thought I'd try," I started, then I heard a voice.
"Hi, I have a strange question to ask you," a girl around my age said.
"What is it?" I inquire, I was worried it had something to do with soccer.
"Um, are you… do you happen to be… Ponyboy Curtis?"
"Ya, that's me," I smile at her, "what is your name?"
"My name is Rosie, Rosie C."
"Really, I just got a letter from someone named Rosie C." Her face lit up, "do you happen to be the same Rosie?"
"Yes, oh my goodness! I can't believe I'm meeting the Ponyboy Curtis!" She squeals.
"Your actually the reason I'm here, I decided to give soccer a second chance," I tell her.
"Um, who is this chick, and why do you know my brother's name?" Soda asked from behind me.
"Soda, drop it for now. You guys can keep walking, let me talk to Rosie alone."
"I think Pony found himself a girlfriend," Two-Bit said. I just rolled my eyes, motioning for Rosie to follow me to the other side of the field. I could tell Two-Bit and Steve wanted to stay but when Johnny asked they left.
"So Rosie, you play goilie?"
"Ya, and midfielder. I'm still not the best at goilie."
"I bet your real good, I'm self conscious about my playing skills too. Why don't we practice together?"
"Really? Do you think you could help me?"
"Of corse," I gave her a Soadpop smile, and she returned it. We decided that she would shoot first and I would be in the goal. Her shots were really tricky and I almost didn't catch most of them.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she gasped out. She was laughing so hard she was crying. I had just blocked a rather difficult shot, then I fell flat on my face. The ball bounced away, making a goal!
"That's quite alright I rather like your laugh, compared to my friend Two-Bit's you sound like an angel." This just made her laugh more, "Oh, also it would be nice if you didn't tell my brothers or my friends about, you know, soccer?"
"I won't, thank you for the nice practice, I gotta run. What if we meet here tomorrow, same time?"
"Sure that sounds good." After she left I decided to keep practicing for a bit. Suddenly, as if from out of nowhere, six lean hard guys come trotting up, with an older man in prosute.
"Ponyboy, is that you," I look at the guys more closely then I realize, this is my old soccer team.
"Ya, it's me, I'll leave you guys in peace," I grabbed my ball and started walking away.
"No, you should stay, we haven't been able to get another goalie," one boy, Frank told me.
"Okay, as long as coach is okay with it."
"I'm perfectly fine, glade to have you back sport," I hadn't realized the coach had joined us.
"Glade to be back."