soccer |OPEN|

[Char!]

Garrison Smith
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Garrison carried his soccer ball under his left arm onto the soccer field. The comforting feeling of his soccer cleats on his feet brought a smile to the teens face as the grass squished beneath his feet. He set his soccer ball down on the groud and stretched for a moment, concentrating on every muscle. When he was satisfied, he glanced up. What a beautiful sight. The grass was clipped evenly, the goal freshly painted, and the setting sun. As he moved into a jog, his foot touched the soccer ball and pushed it forwards into the abyss.

His heart raced and a smile bore on his face and he moved the ball further up the field. The grass was wet from the early days rain and Garrison felt home. His home was on the soccer field. He moved across the field to the goal and pulled back his leg and shot the ball. It went sailing gracefully into the upper-right hand corner. Perfect, he murmered and went and retrieved the ball from the net. Another stride, another touch and down the field he went, dribbling through the rain that was now beginning to fall.

As he passed the bleachers, they gave him a welcoming site. He sat down and smoothed back his black hair, brushing it gently out of his eyes. What a wonderful day for an afternoon on the soccer field. Garrison loved the rain, it was a part of him. He let out a sigh and tossed the soccer ball from hand to hand, expecting something exctiting to happen.

[Rain Frost]

I wanna hold em' like they do in Texas Plays
Fold em' let em' hit me raise it baby stay with me (I love it)
Luck and intuition play the cards with Spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart...

Ricky has been running around the boarding school for a while. Skateboarding and swimming doesn't do it all for her. She likes to keep herself in shape. So, her iPod was in her right had as only one ear phone was in one ear, her right ear.
Ricky Ri wore a navy blue tank top with black shorts and her white tennis shoes.
Her blond hair just dancing around her face as the wind blew it back and froth. Ricky had to stop now, her legs became to feel a little weak and she was starting to sweat and she didn't like that feeling.
Her face was pushed to cover her scared up left side of her face, her bad side.
So her hazel eye to say scanned around. Were did she go this time? A spot she never been too, that was for sure.

Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got

Ricky turned off her iPod when she felt something wet hit her hot body. She blinked a few times and put her iPod in her shorts pocket and started walking when the rain started.
She smiled and spinned around a few times before laughing to herself, loving the rain.
Ricky started skipping though the rain, until she saw someone...A male, maybe?
She just stopped, thinking over a few things before she started walking, slowly.

Can't read my, Can't read my, No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)
Can't read my, Can't read my, No he can't read my poker face
(she's got me like nobody)

When she got closer she could soon tell, though the rain that it was a male. He'd seemed to be happy about the rain.
Ricky thought for a moment, she didn't want to walk past him, just in case the wind blew her hair from her face. She didn't want to risk it. But, how was she going to make friends if she just stood back?
Ricky sighed and slowly started walking over to him, she tucked the hair that was hanging down on her right side behind her ear and she soon made it to be in front of the guy and she smiled.
"You'll catch a cold if you just sit there."
Ricky said to the guy as she took a step back and took in a deep breath before letting it out in a sigh.

P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah)
P-p-p-poker face, p-p-poker face
(Mum mum mum mah

Ricky looked around for a moment before she could tell were she was, "oh, do you play soccer?" She asked as she pointed to the soccer ball.
That was a plus, he was outgoing. Someone she could get along with, that was for sure. But, she never played Soccer before. It looked fun, yet she never got into. She did when younger, but she kept kicking the ball into the other team’s goal. So, she found herself not good at it and stopped playing the sport.
Ricky kind of felt stupid just standing there, she always had to move around or say something and that's when she forgot to say her name. "Oops, I'm sorry. I'm Ricky but you can call me Ri if you'd like."
She said, feeling a little embarrassed, because all she was doing was talking. Was that bad? Was that good? Usually it was someone people like someone who is willing to talk to them. Which was usually good with people who had problems or people who just loved to talk.

I wanna roll with him a hard pair we will be
A little gambling is fun when you're with me I love it)
Russian Roulette is not the same without a gun
And baby when its love if it’s not rough it isn't fun, fun
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh, ohh-oh-e-ohh-oh-oh,
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got