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Sunday, October 17, 2010
Realistic Post 4
Yesterday I had a Soccer game, again. It was our 14th or so game, and our 2nd on our home turf. The very first game we played was on our home turf and we won 2-1! This game we tied 2-2 but we played the best Bronze team in the city! We are a (mostly) inexpierianced Bronze team and, mysteriously, our team has 4 pairs of kids who have the same name. My parents don't want me naming first names so I'll use the first letter of their first name to talk about them. There are 2 Bs, 2 Ds, 2 Es, and 2 Ls on our team. And by that I mean there are 2 kids on our team who have the same names, and they start with B, 2 kids on our team who have the same names, and they start with D, ect. Neat, huh? We have 17 players, 16 of which showed up. Of course, the only thing I hate about Soccer these days is the bullies. Each practice, and at the photo shoot today, I get shoved into other people, elbowed, put in headlocks, sacked, had snot wiped on my shoulder, called a B****, called a F***ing B****, called Mentally Retarded, a Gayface, a word I will NOT post online, a F***ing Idiot, a piece of S***, a wimp, a Freak, and told to stay home and play sissy games, cry to my mommy, get a life, get lost, stop being so retarded, shut the F*** up, and I should quit the team because the team doesen't need a F***ing retard to help us lose every game, and asked what my problem was, and why I bother coming to Soccer if nobody likes me, and physically, verbally, socially, and emotionally threatened, and had my parents insulted. And that was Both the Ds. One of the Ds is the coach's son, and the other is the best friend of the coach's son. When I told the coach, he said "Deal with it." When I told my parents, they had a long talk with me about ignoring them (which I do), walking away (which I do), and telling the coach (which I did). They also told me I wasn't allowed to call the police because of the Ds (awww...). But now they're coming to every Soccer practice to catch a D in the act. If nothing happens soon, they better hide the phones.
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