She slipped off her green short sleeve shirt, and put it in her rusty team locker. She grabbed a jersey with the name “Jackson” and the number “13” printed in large blue letters on a yellow back-splash. She took her wallet, her inhaler, and whatever eles was in her pockets and put them in.

except the Inhaler.

She sighed, she was the only girl on any team in her county with asthma. She slipped her jeans off, and shoved them in with an aggravated grunt. she slipped her Basketball type shots on, and sat on the bench behind her. She took her fashion boots off and replaced them with lime green and white Nike’s. She slipped the inhaler into her pocket and thinks for a minute. No….Not today.. this reckless thought rushed through her head like a pack of wild horses. I will NOT use it...

“Yo Jackson! Game time!” called a voice. “Alright!” she replied promptly. As she stood at the front of the net, her enemy whispered to her: “Hey breather…ya ready?” “as usual..”

“Then game on, babe…”