Knot I've played soccer my whole life, I can't remember a time I wasn't playing for a team. Being on the field with the soft green grass underfoot, and the eager energy to win against your opponents. When I was 10 years old I played for a travel team. I never got anxious while playing soccer but after I joined travel soccer I started to become more and more critical of myself and every mistake I made. I convinced myself I was a horrible goalie, every ball that got past me was my fault and my fault alone. With the pressure of intense soccer parents yelling or cheering for me. A knot started to grow in my stomach. Everytime I thought about soccer or played soccer the knot grew tighter in my chest, restricting my breathing because it was so …show more content…
I know it sounds weird but school was something I did not stress about, but soccer was. I had my two best friends, Sofia and Sabrina, who constantly made me laugh. Sofia comes of as a very serious and dry person but once you become close she is very warm and always joking around. Sabrina is very bubbly and always has the purest intentions, always becoming the peace maker in out little group. Growing up we always went over to each other's houses, at least two times a week. And any birthday was a group sleepover. Everyone was always so eager to hang out with each other. A play date to sleepover, a sleepover to a two day sleepover. Everything was always pure fun and we would always be joking around until we had to go home. That was until 6th grade. It was my 13th birthday and my party was a little extra that year because I was finally a teenager. I was super excited and planned everything out. Me and 5 of my closest friends plus my family were going to go to my favorite chinese restaurant. And after me Sabrina and Sofia would have a sleepover at my house because no one else could spend the night. As we were walking to the restaurant Sofia started talking about not sleeping over. My heart dropped, I had been planning this night for so long and wanted it to go perfectly. I started questioning …show more content…
How could she do this to me? I thought. Why is she being so annoying? I could feel the knot start to tangle in my chest again. But this wasn't about soccer. Why was I so stressed? We got to the restaurant and I tried to forget my worries. It was a family style restaurant with kind waiters who knew us from all the times we had gone before. The noises of the bustling restaurant fit perfectly with my loud friend group who were joking around and laughing hysterically. But even with my distracting friends I couldn't forget what she had said. We went to the small bathroom across the resturant and resumed the