First Game

Click.
The wind blows ferociously as they walk.
Click.
Fear wells up inside her as they near the field.
Click.
Her old, faithful cleats click as they walk across the concrete.
Click.
The team finally steps off the concrete as they start jogging
onto the perfectly manicured field.
All of her hard work,
All of her pain,
Every practice,
Every extra shot,
Every little thing she's done
All leads up to now.
This game.
The first game.
The team huddles together,
Her team.
Her varsity team.
Tears drip down her face
as she steps onto the field
as starting striker
on the girls varsity soccer team.