The need to win the semifinals was consuming Lottie. She needed to win, it was all she could think about.

During practice one day, she was almost... desperate.

You two were playing on opposite teams and you had the ball. She ran towards you and took it from you while you were running and you tripped with her foot, making you twist you ankle and fall to the ground right into your face.

The game stopped almost immediately and Lottie looked at you with her hands covering her mouth.

Idiot, idiot, idiot, she was so focused into winning that she hurt you.

Misty and coach Ben took you to the infirmary where they gave you ice and made you sit in the stretcher, resting. You already stopped crying but you could barely move your foot. The ice helped, a lot, but they couldn't give you meds and you just had to wait until someone could take you home.

So, not soon because your parents worked all day and probably wouldn't answer the phone.

Three knocks on the door and Lottie came in, looking extremely guilty.

"Hey, how are you?" she asked, nervously playing with her fingers