I could feel the adrenaline from the pitch to the stands coursing through my veins. I could feel the stares and intense judgement coming my way, like a cold rusty knife piercing through my skin. My breath was heavy and my arms were shaking, palms sweaty, knees weak. I don't remember the last time I kicked a soccer ball. I know for a fact that my skills are going to be compared to my sisters. And, although I'm used to it, I'm used to being second to my older sister, it's more pressure because now that she's gone, I'm no longer second. People are going to expect me. Actually, people already expect me to be number o
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