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I looked up. Never in my life had I seen something so beautiful! The stuff was cold, but each flake had its own unique shape. It piled up, but laying in it gave deffinition to a whole new world of comfortable. Touching it sent chills down my arms and legs. I even bent down to taste it, but it didn't really taste like anything. I wadded it up into a ball, tossing it up into the air and catching it. Some of my friends say that it's called "Mo" and the others say their mommies and daddies call it something else. The mysterious white stuff amazed me! All I wanted to do was stay outside all day long and play in it. I loved the stuff! I wonder what the stuff's reall name is? I can't ride my bike through it, or I'll slip and fall. I have to wear a big coat because if I don't, I will freeze. Mommy says that I could get hypo-fer-mia if I play too long outside, but I promised her that I wouldn't be too long.

"Mommy, what's the white stuff called?" I asked pleadingly.

"It's called snow, dear." She replied.

Snow. The cold white stuff all over the ground! Or like clouds! Except Ricky, from next door, says that you would fall straight through a cloud. So, I asked him if he has ever tried. He said no, but that he knew someone who did. But I didn't care. I just loved the snow. Snow was the best toy I could ever have. It made perfect sense. Then I went outside to play some more.

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Jill: (Uneasy) I'm sorry to make you do this.

Jack: Make me do what, exactly?

Jill: Well, you know...

Jack: I don't care. I'm already going to H-E double hockey sticks anyways.

Jill: Stop saying that!

(There is a silence between them. The awkwardness was almost suffocating.)

Jack: (Annoyed) Honestly, I'm not too happy we're in this mess. I mean, there could have been other solutions to this.

Jill: It's our last chance to ever be able to do something like this! We should feel excited! In all honesty, I guess I'm not that excited.

Jack: I'm not excited that you use me like this. I'm basically a tool for you to just handle. I don't know why I let you control me.

Jill: Haha. I don't control you. You allow yourself to be controlled. I was just fine NOT going. If you want, we can turn around.

Jack: We're more then half way there. Are they really doing it in this rain?

Jill: I guess so. I spent enough on this dress as it is. Now, it will be ruined.

Jack: Oh no. Whatever will we do! The world as we know it, is ending because of a dress!

Jill: Oh, shut up. You know how much prom dresses cost?

Jack: Just slap a garbage sack on ya, and a few ribbons, and call it good.

"Football Isn't Just For Guys"

I knew that the joints in my arms and knee's were aching, however I ignored it and kept playing. With forty seconds on the clock, the ball was hiked, and the pass was thrown. Touchdown. After the pass was thrown, I was sacked from the side and couldn't seem to move. The more I tried, the more I struggled. So, I just lay there, hoping, praying that someone would notice and not leave me to rot on the ground. What I saw next was a mixture of red and blue lights, and a dozen little, black blobs running towards me. The scenery around me was fading slowly, then blackout.

I am not your typical quarterback. I strived really hard to be where I am today, and because I am a girl, people's primary response to me is that I am crazy. No, I am not crazy. Football is my passion, it has been ever since my dad was killed about three and a half years ago. When my dad passed away, I made a promise to myself that I would accomplish something huge, something that most girls have never done before. Due to some financial complications, also due to my father screwing us over in illegal business deals, my goal was very limited. I wasn't able to start a humanitarian aid foundation to cure Cancer, I couldn't travel anywhere, therefore, I decided to look at the qualities I could do within my community.

One day at school, I was talking to some of my friends when I noticed a flyer for the upcoming year of football tryouts. My thoughts were saying to just go and check it out, but my common sense was telling me "no way!" I shoved the thought from my mind, and walked to class. Later that night, I was making dinner for my sisters and I. My mom has had issues with drinking ever since my dad died, and because of that, I took it upon myself to raise my little sisters. My mom was simply unfit to parent. At the dinner table, I asked the girls how their days went.

"Good," they would always say, but in their eyes I could see differently. My family always struggled. From money, to simply just getting along. But my the relationship between me and my sisters always kept me going, mostly for them. Then there, at the dinner table, I made my announcement.

"Guys, do you remember how I said that I've always wanted to accomplish something big? Well, I have an idea. I am going to try out for the football team next week."

Eyebrows shot up. "What?! But you're not big!"

"And you're a girl! I thought only guys could play football?" They replied back to me.

"I know it is a strange concept, but listen. I'm a fast runner, and I know I could get stronger. But just think of the surprised looks on people's faces when they see a girl take a sport, like football, into a different dimension. I know I can be great!" The girls were a little more excited about the idea after my explanation, and to be honest, so was I.

Monday finally arrived. The day where I can prove myself worthy of being just as good of a football player as any guy. I had no idea what to expect, and I did not know which position to go out for. I walked up to the coaches and introduced myself, "Hi. My name is Grace Jensen, and I would like the chance to play for our team." They just stared in disbelief.

"Do you know what you're saying, young lady? Do you know anything about football?"

"I do, sir. My dad was Stephen Jensen. He played all through high school and college. He taught me everything there is to know about football, even most of the plays." Again, just staring. I started to doubt my decision, but I held firm. "Can you kick?" the coach asked me. Little did he know that I actually played soccer the last six years. "Well, lets get me set up so I can show you." I replied.

We walked over to the goal posts and I set up my ball. I took three steps back, and two steps to the side. My muscles tensed as they were forced to move upon the ball in an accelerated motion, then impact. The ball flew threw the two poles of the goal post. I looked at the coaches, and they did what they were good at. They just stared. "Would you quit looking at me that way? Now look, I know I'm a girl, and I know that just that simple detail could be a major problem, but either give me the chance to play, or go on with your life never knowing what could have been." For a 17 year old girl, I made a pretty decent case.

"Practice starts now. Gear up. Are you sure you want to do this?" I could see a sense of despair in his eyes, and I knew that he was considering the consequences.

"I will prove to you that this was not a mistake. I will lead this team to a victory." I said as I walked towards the locker room.

During practice, the coaches announced that I would be joining the team. They also said that they will need everyone's support on this, and I agreed. We started doing conditioning drills, up downs. Lots of up downs, and we started doing a few plays. I mostly sat on the side lines the whole time. I was beginning to think that they wouldn't play me, but then coach shouted my name. "Jensen! Get in here." I ran onto the field and got ready for my punt. The center pitched the ball, and I made a perfect kick through the goal posts. The guys just stared. "Why do guys have such a bad staring problem?!" I said out loud, jovially. Play after play went on, and then practice was over.

I grabbed the ball, and started throwing it to one of my friends on the team. He was laughing and teasing me that I was crazy for wanting to do this. I assured him to just wait and see what would happen. What I didn't realize is that the coaches were watching me throw the ball, pretty large distances, to my friend. The next day at practice, I received some very shocking news......

TO BE CONTINUED