Carmen Bruce was never the best 'cheerleader' for her teammates, but she sure as hell was good at soccer. She knew who she was, and she wore it well. So when the day came forthe  state, she knew she would stop at nothing to get herself to nationals. She watched the ball as Taissa started kicking it and knew what she had to do. She tailed Taissa a couple of feet behind, tripping the girls on the other team before they could get to her. 

Carmen crossed the other team's girls, tripping one as she ran past. No one could catch her, and she knew it. She was never afraid to play a little dirty; that's where the fun in soccer is. Plus, she knew where Taissa needed to get the ball, "Shippman!" she yelled to Taissa, who grasped exactly what she meant.

When Shauna got the ball she stumbled, "Forward!" She pointed, exasperated as she ran closer to the ball. When she got to the ball she knew it was a bad kick, but she still did it, "Jackie!"

The cheers rang out in her ears as she watched the ball bounce off of Jackie's forehead into the goal. Carmen ran towards the blonde as Shauna enveloped the girl in a hug, "Great head-work Taylor!" she said smacking Jackie on the head as the other girls surrounded them chanting, "Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Authors note: Hi! Yes, yes, I know, very short prologue but I just wanted to get this one out of the way so I can get into the story. This story is going to be a slow burn, very angsty, kinda crazy but bare with me, alright? ;)