It was too late by the time I saw it coming. The ball sailed through the sky (pummeled is more like it) - 5, 4, 3, 2 1…
Smack in my face. The soccer ball smacked me in my face. Owe. Glasses cracked in half. Crunch. I taste metal? Maybe I’m just hungry. No, dizzy I think. People staring. Braces, glasses, *crunch*, OW! I feel so self-conscious.
People are running to me, fawning over me, vision is blurred I can’t see, she looks like a tree, is she a he or a she?
Leave me alone, I want the quiet. I want to run off the field, drown out the noise, tape my glasses up, go home. I smell half-time oranges. I want them badly, but ego is bruised. I’m embarrassed, I wish I didn’t have to wear glasses but I can’t see. What do I need to see anyway? I don’t know these people I don’t know you.