Talking to: Soccer coach
At: Soccer field, practicing for game.
Mood: Good, I guess.
Thoughts: Where's coach? And, she is here...
Jordan let the ball fall from his knees, hitting the ground. Kicking it softly, he manovered at a sprint toward several cones, set up at each position. He slowed slightly at the first cone, pulling it back slightly as a fake. Quickly, he spun around and took off with the ball. "Drowd! Oh dear kid! It's not fake, then spin, but fake, spin, take off to the left, then kick! Retry it! " He heard the soccer coach yell at him from across the field. He turned around slightly, nodding to the coach. He pulled the ball back, getting ready to retry it again. Heading toward the cone, he slowed slightly again. He pulled back slightly, faking it to the right, spinning, and then taking off at a quick sprint toward the middle of the two cones. Without hesitation, he kicked the ball quickly, watching it fly into the net. " Much better! Now get over here!" She snapped at him almost instantly after the ball left his foot for the goal. He sighed, running after the ball. Grabbing it, he sprinted back toward the coach.
