My name is Justin.
I’ve been playing soccer since I was 7 years old.
Soccer keeps me sane.
When I’m on the field, I don’t think about anything else.
My parents divorce.
My brother’s addiction.
My best friend’s bruises.
Soccer is my life.
I can’t imagine not being able to play.
That is why I didn’t tell anyone about my leg.
It had been hurting for a while. You get hurt in soccer. I’ll be fine.
The pain didn’t go away.
I couldn’t tell anyone.
I need to be able to play soccer.
I woke up and I couldn’t get out of bed.
My parents rushed me to the hospital.
It was the first time in months that Mom and Dad were in the same room.
The six letter word no kid wants to hear.
I might even lose my leg.
I won’t be playing soccer.
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Oh dear! That was quite stressful for the young chap.
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So young to have to go through all that trauma, great writing.
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Thank you
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A very sad turn of events, you illustrate the pain some children have to face very clearly
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Tragic and heartbreaking. Great piece. Feel for the kid, such a cruel world and illness.
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Thanks for reading.
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That is a very unique take. Impressive writing.
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Thank you so much. 💜
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How sad! What a wonderful wonderful story! So sad that he might lose his leg and won’t be able to play soccer. Thank you for participating in the FFfAW challenge! Welcome! I noticed you haven’t linked your story to the InLinkz Story Board. Do you need directions?
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I’ve added my post to InLinkz. Thanks for reading.
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Great! Thank you!
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