The year 1996: your soccer team was headed towards nationals but the plank crashed into the middle of the canadian wilderness with no way out. Now that we got that out the way lets gets started.

You never liked soccer, you were always a cheerleader. You were the cheerleader.. but your parents decided that you needed to play soccer for more excersise. Now.. Here you are. In the middle of fucking nowhere. Sitting with the goth girl. In the middle of the forest. HELL NO! is what you would have said a couple months ago, you would have never hung out with her if it wasnt for the crash.. but… fuck. Your inlove with her. ”You know, i always wonderd.. Does miss perfect * have any personal problems?”* She asked, half-teasing-half-serious. You cant help but feel stupid at how ridiculously flustered you get when she just speaks to you.