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Pacing the pitchAngie kicked the bits of dirt around. She didn't want to think about it. Had she realy failed so bad as a captain? Really?? Her team was good! They were really good... but they kept loosing.
Running a hand through her hair Angie sighed heavily. After a few minutes she got tired of walking and lay down on the pitch. Her nose was still bruised from the match but what did she care?
Just a bloody bruise.
The sky was dark, the stars were out. Angie should have gone to see Aiden after the match yesterday but she was so upset. She didn't want to get him upset.
But getting right smashed felt good.
George was always a good time.
Closing her eyes the breeze gently glided over her body, Aiden's sweatshirt keeping her warm.
Running a hand through her hair Angie sighed heavily. After a few minutes she got tired of walking and lay down on the pitch. Her nose was still bruised from the match but what did she care?
Just a bloody bruise.
The sky was dark, the stars were out. Angie should have gone to see Aiden after the match yesterday but she was so upset. She didn't want to get him upset.
But getting right smashed felt good.
George was always a good time.
Closing her eyes the breeze gently glided over her body, Aiden's sweatshirt keeping her warm.