MONDAY. 8:43 AM.
About a second before the whistle sounds, I lift up my stick and hit him on the shoulder twice and he falls to the ground.
There are no rules, right? Good, once again I can make my own rules. Everyone looks surprised by my action which gives me an advantage. I quickly run to the player with the ball, steal it from him and begin running towards their goalie. By the time they realize what I'm actually doing, I'm already at the goalie and for a moment he looks like he's the only one with a heart because he goes easy on me when I flashed him a smile. And I score.
The field came alive with people's screams. My team mates scream the loudest and run up to me, other players on the bleachers all cheer and I giggled. It's actually not hard to play. I'm glad I decided to do this, I've never done something which causes a large group of people to celebrate. And I feel very good about that.
"Not bad, mushroom." Lennon says, patting my head like I'm a puppy and I laugh.
