Injured Part 1

A Story by NightWanderer

Mia Caufield had a perfect career. For sure, she though her life was sorted. That is until she gets injured and chooses to leave the secure path she was on. What will she do

30 seconds left till the referee blows his whistle signalling the end of the game. We're tied with the other team. I throw the volleyball up into the air, and smack it as hard as I can. It flies across our half, over the net and lands on the other side. We've won. The crowd behind me screams "MIA MIA MIA".

"Mia!"

I blink twice then look up to see a girl staring at me. She has blonde hair which is tied up neatly in a ponytail. Linda. My best friend.

"Are you okay?" She asks.

"I'm fine" I reply.

She looks at me funny and shrugs but I can see that she knows I've been daydreaming about volleyball again. It's been almost 4 months since the accident that ruined my career. Ever since then, I've been drifting in and out of reality just wishing to go back to that world I once lived in. As class finishes, I walk towards my next one and pass a poster recruiting volleyball players.

"Wow, our rookie is amazing!"

I swirl around to see that I'm in a gym with the coach beaming at me as though I was a trophy. I never thought I would join the volleyball team. Then again, I never knew I could even play volleyball in the first place. The whole team rushes towards me and lifts me up into the air saying I'm a champion. News spreads around about my talent and soon many people come to get my autograph. I take pictures with them and sign their schoolbooks, bags and well, anything that can be written on. Volleyball's a big deal here at Veron High School.

"I want an autograph too!"

As I turn around to see who had yelled so loudly, I realized it was the principle. Oh my god. I smile my best and calmly walk towards her and...

"Miss Caulfield, are you listening?"

I drag myself back into reality to see the real principle glaring at me. Was she saying something? She seems pretty mad. I decided to muster up whatever pride and courage I had left to reply.

"Yes, Mrs Farquesohn?"

"I need your help. I heard you used to play volleyball- "

No. Tell me she isn't going to ask me what I think she will. She can't. No. Please, anything but that.

"-and I could really use your help in training the junior team. Their coach is sick today so would you mind?"

Yes, I do mind. If anyone else was in the position I am now and had gone through what I had, I'm sure they would mind too. But she's at a much higher rank than me so I have no choice but to agree.

"Of course, when am I needed?"

"After School at 4:30 PM today. Thank you Mia, I knew I could count on you."

Then after a quick hair flick, she walks past me. Great, now I have to go to the place I dread the most. What am I going to do?

© 2017 NightWanderer

Author's Note

This is my first time publishing or writing. What do you think about it? I don't mind feedbacks and brutal honesty. Thank you for taking the time to read this.