transfanatic

Some might say you are fearless... but only when they don't know your fear. The golden skinned athletic toned girl seemed to be one of those people, especially when she was at the schools field in the match of the year. Her heart raced almost as fast as her feet ran to keep the ball away from her pursuer as she looked head on toward the goal and kept eye open for a opening to a team mate  for a pass. Her long fine black locke's of hair had loosened from the ponytail she'd tied them in at half time and the wind made the hair look like wings as she flew over the field. Adrenaline was fueling her as the clock ticked. And then she spotted it.