Finals Fever by Sam Kerr & Fiona Harris

Author:Sam Kerr & Fiona Harris
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Simon & Schuster Australia
Published: 2022-09-07T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

MY HOUSE

TUESDAY

3.48 pm

‘Mum, have you seen my boots?’

Mum walks into my bedroom to find me searching frantically under my bed, in my wardrobe and under my desk. Training starts in twelve minutes, and I can’t find them anywhere.

‘Your soccer boots? I thought you left them outside,’ Mum says, opening the wardrobe.

‘So did I!’ I say, my voice rising with panic. ‘But they’re not there!’

I CAN’T be late to training! Not today. Ted gets annoyed when we’re late to normal trainings, so imagine how upset he’d be if I was late to the one before a final!

‘Let me go and have another look,’ Mum says, hurrying out the door.

But she can’t find them either and ten minutes later, the boots are still nowhere to be found. I’m almost hyperventilating with panic. Dylan would have headed off without me by now. He knows better than to be late for Ted, especially when he’s the newly appointed captain!

‘Come on,’ Mum says, grabbing her car keys. ‘I’ll drive you. You’ll just have to wear your runners today.’

As we pull up to training five minutes later, the team are doing warm-up laps around the oval. Ted stands near the fence, checking his clipboard.

‘You’re late!’ he snaps as I sprint towards him.

‘I’m sorry, coach!’ I pant. ‘I couldn’t find my soccer boots and so Mum and me were –’

‘I don’t want to hear excuses, Sam,’ Ted glances down at my runners and frowns. ‘You need to take responsibility for your belongings and make sure you have everything ready to go, well before training starts.’

‘I know,’ I say, looking down at the grass. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Okay,’ Ted says, his voice softening slightly. ‘Go and join the team.’

My tummy sinks as I jog towards my teammates. If Ted thinks I’m being a slacker and not taking soccer seriously, he might bench me for the first half of the game. For a final!

I’m so annoyed at myself. How did I lose my boots? I’ve never lost shoes before! And that’s on top of losing my brand-new drink bottle… What’s going on with my brain lately?

I end up jogging alongside Chelsea, who glances at me and then down at my feet.

‘I’ve lost my boots,’ I say, before she can say anything about my runners. ‘That’s why I’m late.’

But instead of saying something nasty, Chelsea surprises me by offering to help. ‘I’ve got a spare pair in my bag that you can borrow. I think we’re about the same size.’

I’m so shocked, I almost trip over my own feet.

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