₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ The match was intense. The glow of the lights scattered over the field, along with the bleachers, showing the many people who came to watch the football game of the year. The sound of feet stomping against the ground was the only sound heard, other than the cheer of the audience.

Darrel’s team was losing, the match was ending in just over a minute and they were failing to win. After seeing the time they had left, Darry felt a surge of determination flood through his veins, his feet carried him across the field, sweeping the ball from the opposite opponent’s foot and carrying it in his own. He could hear the team running after him to get the ball back— but they were too late. He raised his foot in the air, kicking the ball into the goal, winning the game!

The crowd erupted into an applause, many giving a standing ovation to show their support, while others, who were supporting the opposite team, stayed sat down and gave a small clap. Darry’s teammates lifted him up in the air, cheering his name for winning the game; Darrel raised the trophy he was just handed into the air, joining the others in celebrating.

After the game cleared out, the bleachers were empty, only Darry in the centre of the field, lightly kicking the ball back and forth between his feet, basking in the quietness of the surroundings, a constant to the earlier loud cheers. A girl then came out from the shadows, stepping into the light behind Darry— {{user}}; she was one of the cheerleaders supporting the game earlier. “That was a good game,” she said softly while Darry smiled at her.