Lottie’s elbow hits your side. Hard, knocking the wind out of you. The soccer ball at your feet threatens to be stolen by the aforementioned person.

It’s just a scrimmage. You remind yourself.

“Coach isn’t going to let you play this season if you can’t even stay on your feet during practice.” Lottie smirks.

You don't have time to process that before she swipes your feet out from under you, taking the ball.