I was taught that most times we act outside ourselves, doing that, which we ordinarily wouldn't.
Sometimes we don't know why we do the things we do, and at this moment, I still couldn't tell the reason for my act. Here I was, stood outside the soccer field of Greenville High.
Yes, I finally decided to go for the game.
Initially, I had lied to Miss Tara that I was having cramps and I had to go home, which the lady didn't believe. She sensed immediately that something was up, so she refused to let me go.
After much pleas from me, giving her random excuses as to why I had to take my leave, she finally agreed to let me go, but there remained certain conditions.
The condition was that I was to return to the Williams mansion at exactly 5:00 pm, and also, I had to remain there for the night, just to complete the chores I left behind.
Unhappy I was at first with her 'condition', cause I never informed mom that I wouldn't be returning home for the day, but after much thoughts, I gave in to Ms Tara's conditions.
Right now, I was left with just two hours to spend at the soccer game.
The security guards scanned my ticket, making me wait for a while, while they examined the paper held in my grip.
After much delay, my legs begging to have a rest, they finally let me in.
Proceeding into the field, I stared in awe, eyes gaping at the sight in front of me. It was so large, it appeared more like a stadium.
Never have I been to a soccer game before. This right here marked my first.
The bleachers were already being filled up, so at once, I hurried over to find a spot to sit.
Over from where I sat, I could make out a row of heads below me. Some figures were still seen moving about, searching for the perfect spot to watch the game from.
A number of people had popcorns and drinks in their hands, sitting and waiting for the game to begin.
I looked around, and just on the opposite side of the bleachers, was Ashley sat with the triplets.
Hoping they wouldn't see me, I let my hair down, having my head bent low.
The sudden applause coming from people around me, got me peering up, onlooking the field, and right then, I saw the two teams that were to play, filing onto the area.
The referee moved closer to the captains of both teams with a soccer ball in his hands.
Muttering something to them, he gave each boy a handshake.
My eyes scanned through the teams, searching for the figure of Cameron, but their faces couldn't be made out from where I was. All I could see was the colour of the jerseys--One of the teams wore yellow, the other, white.
Still, I had no idea which one of the teams Cameron belonged in.
Two young boys walked out with a trophy in hands, setting it on a stand that was mounted in between the coaches of both teams.
The referee blew his whistle, and right then, the game commenced.
The team wearing yellow had the first touch of the ball.
They kicked at the ball, running over to the opposite team's goal post.
I could see figures already on their feet, about cheering just as the boys in yellow drew closer to the goal post, but their joy was short-lived as the goalie of the team in white, saved the incoming ball just in time.
Grumbles followed afterwards.
It was the second half already, and still none of the teams had scored.
My eyes remained fixed onwards as people behind me, in front of me and by my side screamed and shouted while the ball was being passed.
They yelled indecipherable words as a player collided with another, resulting in both boys crashing to the ground.
The players in white all gathered around the figure laid on the ground, all wanting to check if he was okay, but the figure rolled uncontrollably on the field, hands grasping to his knees while he writhed in pains.
This called the attention of the referee at once, going to check on the boy.
Few seconds after, he had called for the paramedics.
They arrived not long after, placing the wounded boy on a stretcher, and then taking him away.
Just before he was conveyed off, he took his captain band off his arm, handing it to one of his teammates.
My eyes peered intently at who the captain band was handed over to, and right then, I realised it was Cameron.
The sheen on his hair glistened underneath the sun, just as he placed the band on his right arm.
A substitute soon came in, replacing the injured boy, and afterwards the game resumed.
Time went by so fast, the timer at the end of the field told it was fifteen minutes left for the game to end.
At the eightieth minute of the game, the team in yellow scored.
Supporters nearby screamed aloud, cheering on, while the fans of the white team had their heads bent, some spewing curse words at the players who were leaving them in disappointments.
The yellow team celebrated at the goal scored, the players hugging one another.
My gaze soon rested on the figure Cameron, face falling, head bent low.
He was on the white team, and seeing as to how they just conceded a goal, he appeared unhappy.
He raised his head up just as the referee blew the whistle, calling for the game to continue, and at that second, his eyes met mine.
Gaze calm, yet I could see the pain rested in there.
His eyes softened the instant he saw me, gaze peering on at my figure.
Swallowing hard at his stares, I looked away, my fingers fiddling with each other.
The match resumed, and the boys went on playing.
Ninety minutes gone, and the fans of the white team had suddenly given up hope.
The yellow team remained leading by just a goal.
One of the players of the white team soon sent the ball flying over to Cameron.
I watched Cameron as he lunged forward, moving the ball in sync with his feet.
He went on dribbling the defenders of the other team, and right at that very minute, it happened so quick, the ball went flying into the net.
Screams erupted all around me, cheers from everyone as Cameron scored.
His teammates ran over, crashing him to the ground as they all celebrated.
The scores now were leveled, which only meant that there would be penalties and hope for the white team.
The penalties commenced at once, and it began with the white team.
The first player stepped forward, kicking the ball towards the net and scoring a goal at once.
Next, was a player of the yellow team.
He moved forward, kicked the ball, and he also scored a goal.
After three players came out from both teams and took their penalties, the scores were still tied. No one was leading.
The last player of the yellow team came out and kicked the ball, but this time it hit the bar of the goal post.
The fans of the yellow team murmured and grumbled at the miss.
Fans of the white team had their mouths opened, as they hoped the next player to take the penalty would score.
If the player scored, it means they had won.
I saw Cameron step forward, and for a minute, I think, I prayed he would score. The referee drew a line, and then he placed the ball on it.
At the sound of the whistle, Cameron jogged forward, feet kicking at the ball.
All gazes traced the movement ball, watching as it went high in the air .
As if the ball was being controlled, it went straight into the net.
Cheers erupted, people leaping to their feet as the celebrations began.
A lady even came crashing over my figure, as she jumped up, cheering on.
I saw boys in white jerseys running over to Cameron, celebrating.
At once, the coach was lifted off the ground, arms swaying him from left to right.
I could see the joy in all of their faces.
The eyes of Cameron fixed on me, holding my gaze. Neither of us refused to break contact, and just then he smiled.
Well, that's a first. He smiled.
Cheers blasted into my ears as the trophy was brought forward, and in a short while, the players lifted it up in the air, the celebrations going on.