Dear Stranger,

Today in PE you yelled at me.

You were mad at me for screwing up the game.

I'm sorry but I'm not good with sports;

Or anything else besides messing things up.

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The girl frowned when the PE teacher called out the groups for the soccer unit. She didn't like sports because she was to easy to push down. She stood there in her lose PE uniform, and her long black hair smoothly pulled into a braid barely above her bony hips.

" Daniela your in group 5, " Mr. Karr announced. The girl looked at him with begging eyes. "Hey be lucky child, you got Nathan in that team, he's one of the best players on the football team." He says as the girl carefully approaches the team.

The boy narrowed his eyes at the girl. He thought she looked like stick with hair. As she passed him she looked down, she was afraid of him. This angered him. Why did she act so weak? Why does she speak so low?  Why doesn't she look up, she'll miss something meant to be seen her.

"Hey, " the boy said his voice sending off dangerous vibes, "I'll have you know that you should feel lucky to have me ... on your team. "

The girl gasped at his words how can he be so arrogant. She looked at him with narrowed eyes, "Well I don't."

The boy saw a small flame deep in her eyes spark, he smirked. "Whatever. Let's go."

20 minutes into the game. The girl had a clean shot to make goal. So much pressure on her, she began to feel her heart beat faster and face heat up. The boy watched the girl with anxious eyes.

"Just kick it, Daniela!" the boy yelled frustration rising in him.

The girl cringed at his harsh demanding booming voice. She looked straight into his grey eyes before a player ran straight up to her a easily knocked her over taking the ball away.

The boy watched as the girl flew to the ground with cry of pain. His first instinct was to help up, but the thought of losing mad him mad. He didn't like losing, and it was her fault.

"You moron because of you we're going to lost this fucking game! Because you're stupid piece of shit... why didn't you just kick the fucking ball, huh?! Argh!-" the boy's raged voice dialed down as he saw a small shiny tear slowly slide down the trembling girl's cheek. "Are you okay? " his voice barely above a whisper.

The girl flinched at the boy kneed down to wipe her tear. With sudden movements the girl stood up and ran off the field, leaving the boy staring at her leave. She's pushing him away, she scared to fall for evil illusional games.

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Love,
Me