Your Heartbeat

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 7 (v.1)

Submitted: March 18, 2009

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I pulled into the gravel parking lot of the high school Jayson was playing at and slammed on my brakes. I jumped out of the car and sprinted towards the field, throwing my admission money at the PTA mom as I ran through the gate. I brushed my hair back and stood on the side to watch the last five minutes of Jayson’s game.
His team was losing by one goal. I found my hoarse voice and began screaming with all I had left.
“Get the ball!” I screamed as Jayson ran towards it.
I couldn’t help my competitive side coming out right now, “Go! Go! Go!”
Jayson was dribbling it towards their goal now. The goalie looked seriously worried, I was guessing from the look of pure determination on Jayson’s face, and watched in awe as the ball arched perfectly out of his reach and into the goal.
Yes!
I was jumping up and down and yelling my heart out now, not caring that the people next to me had moved after giving me an annoyed look. I wanted Jayson to win.
His teammate, Ryan, got the ball and, with his incredible speed, whipped it into the box before anyone had time to respond.
I went wild, “Yes! You got it! You can do it! A minute left.”
All they had to do was play some kick ass defense and they would have this game won.
They were all sweating, all working hard.
I saw everything from the sidelines, everything all at once. I knew what was happening before it happened. I saw everything fall into place in an unfortunate way. I began screaming again, but it seemed no one heard me. I saw it happen, and couldn’t prevent it, it was the worst thing in the world.
Jayson was running towards their player, he didn’t see how close he was to the goalie box, didn’t take into consideration the wet, dew covered, grass. Didn’t think he’d have to stop, and probably couldn’t have even if he tried, he was too into the game, into what he had to do.
He slid across the grass, no one paid attention to it at first, kids fall in soccer all the time. But I knew it would be bad, I saw how he would hit.
Then his head hit the side of the goalie box with a thud. Everything stopped and they looked towards Jayson. But I was running, at full speed towards him. I knelt down beside him.
“Call 911!” I screamed.
I heard sirens in the distance and kneeled next to him. I gently placed my hand on his heart and breathed a sigh of relief as I felt his heart beating normally.


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