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Chapters (29)
  1. Full Page Image
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Epilogue
  26. Author’s Note
  27. Acknowledgments
  28. About the Author
  29. Other Books By This Author

I smile and nod as my teammates swarm me, but I don’t really register anything they’re saying to me. My head is in the game now. I’m focused on nothing but decimating my opponent. I’m in the sort of shape where I could run for a lot longer than the length of this game requires, and whatever mental block I was fighting this morning has disappeared, broken down by the rush and exhilaration of being the best on the field.

The rest of the scrimmage passes in a blur. I score once more. Emma sneaks a shot past Lincoln’s goalie. And then one of our sophomores manages a half-field kick that drops right behind the goal line.

It’s a dominant performance, and Lincoln trudges off the field with shoulders slumped after we shake hands, probably glad this was an away game for them.

A local reporter I recognize from past games calls my name as we head off the field, and I pause. I wasn’t ten at the time, but I have received media training, and women’s sports need all the coverage they can get.

“Saylor, that was a very impressive performance you had out on the field today.”

“Thank you.”

“I spoke to your coach before the start of the game, and she credited your dominance on the field to being a direct result of your aggressive playing style. Despite the knee injury you suffered earlier this year, you still seem to manage to find a second gear when everyone else on the field is exhausted. Where does that drive come from?”

“I’ve never seen the point of leaving anything on the field. If my opponent is tired, that’s their problem. It just makes me run faster,” I reply.

The guy interviewing me chuckles. “Well, that’s certainly a mindset most athletes strive for, but few can actually achieve it. I’m sure you’re a role model for lots of future soccer stars out there.” Mila’s face flashes in my mind. “Are there any athletes who have inspired you?”

“Adler Beck.” I don’t have to think about my answer, but I wish I did.

“Really?” My interviewer doesn’t bother to hide his surprise. I’m not certain if it’s because he thought I would name a female athlete, or if he expected a more original answer than the most famous footballer in the world.