End Game
By Lakshna, age 16, Oman
She stood rooted to the spot. The roaring sounds of the crowd surrounding her crashed to a deafening silence The end was near. She braced herself for the impact she knew was only moments away. She closed her eyes, anticipating the blow.
But what if it misses? The thought caused her to open her eyes and look once again at the scene before her. No, everything that should not happen always happens. This was not supposed to be the way it ended. But it would. And that was because nothing ever went right for her, the key word being "her".
Sighing, she looked around her. Everything had taken on a greater clarity. Not that it made a difference. It would all be over today. So, really, what difference did it make, the colour of the sky, or the scent in the air?
Enough of thinking. Everything was in motion.
She stood, aghast. She'd lost. The guy hadn't saved the goal. Idiot.
