"Fifth year is more crucial to your leaving cert than sixth year and I need you to keep your marks up – oh shit!" "What?" I demanded, startled. Following Coaches horrified gaze, I turned around and locked eyes on the crumpled ball on the edge of the pitch. "Oh shite," I muttered when my mind made sense of what I was seeing. The girl. The fucking girl who'd been prancing around the pitch was laid out on her back on the grass. A ball lay on the grass beside her. Not just any ball. My bleeding ball! Horrified, my feet were moving before my brain could catch up. I ran towards her, heart hammering
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