Right. Left. Right. Left.The nimble

Right. Left. Right. Left.
The nimble athlete dodged each one of the opposing team's players before booting the ball past the goal posts. Everyone watched as it hit the net behind the goalie, almost faster than the speed of light.
"GOAAALL! They've done it again! Soshi Sharks have taken the crown for the third time in a row! What surprises will they pull next!?"
The cheering of the crowd was enough to make Im Yoona deaf for a month. Every voice coursed through her veins and exhilarated her to the point where she couldn't feel her feet. She lived to hear more than ten thousand people chanting 'Im Yoona' over and over again until it was screwed into everyone's heads.
Except it wasn't a thousand people. It was less than that, indicating Yoona she hadn't reached the top yet. She was only in her senior year of school. She still needed to strive to become the nation's greatest soccer player. Even if it took her more than half her life time, she'd take the risk, because nothing could compare her love to the renowned sport.
Although she still had a long way to go, Yoona enjoyed the attention she currently received. She may had gotten a little cocky at times but Yoona was one of the most humble seniors in the school. She'd receive love notes from her cohort and she'd take the time to read every single one of them.
Her best friends thought she was being reckless and encouraging her 'Yoonaddicts' to send in more letters, which was exactly what Yoona was doing. She had at least 50 boxes in her closet filled to the brim with love notes and confessions and so far, she couldn't pick a favourite.
It was quite clear that out of her group of friends, she was the one who received the most attention. What caught peoples' regards to her was Yoona's aura and personality. She was stronger than most of the players in the male football team but she had a heart of gold. Never once had she dismissed the opportunity to do a random act of kindness. Her warmth radiated from her but her beauty transpired past clueless minds. It was as if her parents were the sun and the moon because she was fierce and elegant at the same time. She wasn't one to be manipulated so easily.
This was who Yoona was, and she was completely fine with that. As long as her popularity was recognised by her talented athletic skills, Yoona would be fine with anything.
"Nice goal, Yoona!"
She felt a firm pat on her back before her feet left the ground, numerous arms wrapped around her waist and legs.
This was what happened after every game. Yoona would score the winning goal and be lifted off the ground by her team, chanting her name for probably a billion times before placing her back down.
Then the boys football team would come running, giving Yoona noogies and fist bumps to congratulate her. She felt as if she was 'one of the guys' whenever she hung around them, and there was nothing wrong with that, right?
"Dude, coach is shouting us dinner. Pizza. Your favourite."
One of Yoona's best friends, Sooyoung, came and wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Her and Yoona were the only two in their group of friends who played soccer, giving them the title as the 'Beautiful Princes of Soshi High'. This was because they were more masculine than feminine and they contained loud and rambunctious personalities that were so hard to comprehend, people fell in love with their complexity. Neither of them minded but it did put a few people off.
"Sounds good, Soo but-"
Sooyoung cut her off, knowing exactly what she was going to say. "I know. Staying back to shoot a few goals?"
"You know me so well."
"I'm great, arent I? I'll lag behind too. Yo coach!" Sooyoung called out to the middle aged man, standing not too far from them conversing with the opposing team's coach. Unfortunately, Sooyoung's call went unheard, making her huff in frustration.
"Damn this man and his hearing problems. I'll meet you by the goals. The ball's by the bench."
Yoona chuckled as she watched her friend run up to their teacher, resting her forearm on his shoulder and casually joining the conversation. Sometimes she wondered if she'd ever find someone as similar to her as Sooyoung.
She ran up to the bench, rolling the ball out from underneath it. Yoona took a moment to look around the field. The bleachers were dead compared to how they were a few minutes ago. She looked up to the stars glimmering in the sky, and then looked towards her team, packing their bags and getting ready to head to the Pizza Parlour. She unconsciously smiled at how far she had come.
Yoona didn't notice the group of people behind her until she heard the clearing of a throat.
"Ahem. Y-Yoona-shi.."
Yoona turned around to be faced with about six or seven students. Some boys and some girls.
"Oh, hello!" Yoona said while giving them a soft smile. It was enough to make them melt on the spot.
"Y-You were really great out there."
"Thank you! I try my best." Yoona stated confidently.
"That's clear to see. You're very talented, Yoona-shi!"
She watched as all their heads nodded in agreement, chuckling at how they looked like a bunch of bobble heads.
"Ah..we wanted to give these to you." One of the older-looking students held out her hand, revealing an assortment of bags.
It was like this all the time. A group of yoonaddicts would come up after the game and give Yoona various gifts to congratulate her. It was one of the best parts of the day, because it added to her endlesss collection of love letters and sometimes, they'd talk long enough to get to know more about each other.
"Thank you, guys. I will be sure to look at them as soon as I get home."
"We hope you have a goodnight, Yoona-shi! See you tomorrow!"
They all bowed to Yoona before scurrying off and giggling at their encounter. Yoona smiled and placed all the gifts into her duffle bag before feeling someone steal the ball between her feet. She turned to find out that the perpetrator was Sooyoung, skillfully dribbling the ball.
"Coach said they'll meet us there. You brought your car, right?"
"Yeah." Yoona sneakily took the ball back off Sooyoung, walking towards the end of the field to shoot a few scores.
"Didn't I tell you to meet me by the goals?"
"Got caught up."
"With your fans again? God, it's like you're married to all of them." Sooyoung walked with a bounce in her step, kicking the grass every now and then. It was only them on the field now. The quietness was too silent compared to the screaming and deafening cheers a while ago. Even though it may sound it, Sooyoung didn't envy Yoona's popularity. If anything, she was proud of her dongsaeng and how much recognition she received. Sooyoung just wished her best friend wouldn't get so worried about what others thought of her.
Sooyoung stood in front of the goals, her palms facing outwards as she stared back at Yoona.
"Soo, you can't goalkeep for ."
"Hey! It's worth a try!"
While focusing her attention on the ball in front of her, Yoona remarked, "You did try. A billion times. Failed every single one."
"Stop talking out of your and give me your best shot, Ms Popular." Sooyoung got into her goalkeeping stance as she watched her friend line up the ball. Seeing as Yoona usually played as a striker or midfielder, Sooyoung didn't know what to expect. Yoona's unpredictability was one of the things that made opposing teams fear her. You'd never see her attempt the same trick twice in a row.
Yoona took a few steps back from the ball and readied into position. She focused her attention in front of her. Her eyes averting from the ball, to Sooyoung and then to the goals. With all the strength she could muster, Yoona charged towards the ball, kicking it off the ground. She watched as it curved and flew past Sooyoung's head, hitting the net behind her.
They both fell to the ground for completely different reasons. Sooyoung thought she was going to die from how fast that ball came and Yoona thought she was going to die from laughter.
"I told you, you were a goalkeeper. You didn't even move!"
"I did!"
"Yeah like an inch AWAY from the ball."
Sooyoung grabbed the soccer ball and kicked it at Yoona's body, hitting her right in the thighs. "Hey! what was that for?"
"For not appreciating the fact that I tried."
"You're such a baby." Yoona got off the ground and did a few short kicks with the ball. "C'mon. First to 5 gets to sit in the passenger seat."
"Why can't you just be chivalrous for once and drive? You always win..."
"The day I do something chivalrous for you, will be the day we stop eating 10 meals an hour. Hurry up, most of the pizza's probably gone by now."
Sooyoung scowled at the girl in front of her. "Fine, but only because pizza."
"Good girl."
They continued playing for another ten minutes with Sooyoung occasionally stealing the ball off Yoona only to have it taken off her mere seconds later. She doesn't even know why she bothers versing the star player of the team. She knew she was going to lose anyway.
"Oh for godsakes Yoona, just get in the car."
***
Yoona woke up to her alarm blaring at 5 in the morning. It was early for most people, but this was the usual time someone as active as her would get up.
She pushed her blanket off herself and shivered all the way to her closet. She'd realised the little amount of clothing she had on due to the humid temperature the night before and quickly threw on a jumper and sweats.
She grabbed her soccer ball from under her bed and left the house, quietly tip-toeing past her parents' room.
Yoona dribbled the ball around her block before going to the nearest soccer field, shooting a few goals and practicing her passes along a wall.
This was her morning routine. Get up, practice, go back home, get ready, go to school. That was all there was to it. And even if it did seem boring, it helped Yoona get up in the morning. She looked forward to practice more than lunch. And that was saying something.
Yoona attempted a few boots and drop kicks, waving at morning joggers every now and then. She looked at the time on her wa

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Benar. Meninggalkan. Benar. Meninggalkan.
Atlet gesit mengelak masing-masing pemain tim lawan sebelum booting bola melewati tiang gawang. Semua orang menyaksikan itu menghantam net belakang kiper, hampir lebih cepat dari kecepatan cahaya.
"GOAAALL! Mereka telah melakukannya lagi! Soshi Hiu telah mengambil mahkota untuk ketiga kalinya berturut-turut! Apa yang menarik akan mereka menarik berikutnya! ?
"The bersorak orang banyak itu cukup untuk membuat Yoona tuli selama satu bulan. Setiap suara menjalari pembuluh darahnya dan gembira nya ke titik di mana ia tidak bisa merasakan kakinya. Dia hidup untuk mendengar lebih dari sepuluh ribu orang meneriakkan 'Yoona' berulang-ulang sampai itu mengacaukan ke kepala semua orang.
Kecuali itu bukan ribu orang. Itu kurang dari itu, menunjukkan Yoona ia tidak mencapai puncak belum. Dia hanya di tahun seniornya sekolah. Dia masih harus berusaha untuk menjadi pemain sepakbola terbesar bangsa. Bahkan jika butuh lebih dari setengah waktu hidupnya, dia akan mengambil risiko, karena tidak ada yang bisa membandingkan cintanya untuk olahraga terkenal.
Meskipun dia masih memiliki jalan panjang untuk pergi, Yoona menikmati perhatian saat dia menerima. Dia mungkin sudah sedikit sombong di kali tapi Yoona adalah salah satu senior yang paling sederhana di sekolah. Dia menerima surat cinta dari kohort dan dia akan mengambil waktu untuk membaca setiap satu dari mereka.
Sahabat nya mengira dia sedang sembrono dan mendorong dia 'Yoonaddicts' untuk mengirimkan lebih huruf, yang persis apa yang Yoona adalah melakukan. Dia memiliki setidaknya 50 kotak di lemari diisi sampai penuh dengan cinta catatan dan pengakuan dan sejauh ini, dia tidak bisa memilih favorit.
Itu cukup jelas bahwa dari kelompoknya teman-teman, dia adalah orang yang menerima paling perhatian. Apa yang tertangkap salam rakyat kepadanya adalah aura dan kepribadian Yoona. Dia lebih kuat dari sebagian besar pemain di tim sepak bola laki-laki tapi dia memiliki hati emas. Tidak pernah memiliki dia menolak kesempatan untuk melakukan tindakan acak kebaikan. Kehangatan terpancar dari dirinya tapi kecantikannya terjadi pikiran mengerti masa lalu. Seolah-olah orangtuanya matahari dan bulan karena dia sengit dan elegan pada saat yang sama. Dia bukan orang yang dimanipulasi dengan mudah.
​​Ini adalah yang Yoona, dan dia benar-benar baik-baik saja dengan itu. Selama popularitasnya diakui oleh keterampilan berbakat atletik nya, Yoona akan baik-baik saja dengan apa pun.
"Tujuan bagus, Yoona!"
Dia merasa tepukan perusahaan di punggungnya sebelum kakinya meninggalkan tanah, banyak lengan melilit pinggang dan kaki .
Ini adalah apa yang terjadi setelah setiap pertandingan. Yoona akan mencetak gol kemenangan dan diangkat dari tanah oleh timnya, meneriakkan namanya untuk mungkin satu miliar kali sebelum menempatkan kembali turun.
Kemudian tim sepak bola anak-anak akan datang berjalan, memberikan Yoona noogies dan benjolan tinju untuk mengucapkan selamat padanya. Dia merasa seolah-olah dia adalah 'salah satu orang' setiap kali dia tergantung di sekitar mereka, dan tidak ada yang salah dengan itu, kan?
"Dude, pelatih berteriak kami makan malam. Pizza. Favorit Anda."
Salah satu teman terbaik Yoona, Sooyoung , datang dan dibungkus merangkul bahunya. Nya dan Yoona adalah hanya dua di kelompok mereka dari teman-teman yang bermain sepak bola, memberi mereka gelar sebagai 'Pangeran Indah Soshi High'. Ini karena mereka lebih maskulin daripada feminin dan mereka yang terkandung kepribadian keras dan kasar yang begitu sulit dipahami, orang jatuh cinta dengan kompleksitas mereka. Tak satu pun dari mereka yang berpikiran tapi itu menempatkan beberapa orang.
"Kedengarannya bagus, Soo tapi-"
Sooyoung memotong ucapannya, tahu persis apa yang akan dia katakan. "Aku tahu. Tinggal kembali untuk menembak beberapa tujuan?"
"Kau tahu aku dengan baik."
"Aku besar, Arent saya? Saya akan tertinggal di belakang juga. Pelatih Yo!" Sooyoung memanggil orang paruh baya, berdiri tidak terlalu jauh dari mereka bercakap-cakap dengan pelatih tim lawan. Sayangnya, panggilan Sooyoung pergi terdengar, membuat gusar karena frustasi.
"Sialan orang ini dan masalah pendengaran. Aku akan bertemu Anda dengan tujuan. Bola oleh bangku."
Yoona tertawa saat dia melihat temannya berlari hingga guru mereka , beristirahat lengan di bahunya dan santai bergabung percakapan. Kadang-kadang dia bertanya-tanya apakah dia pernah akan menemukan seseorang yang mirip dengan dia sebagai Sooyoung.
Dia berlari ke bangku, menggulirkan bola keluar dari bawah itu. Yoona mengambil waktu sejenak untuk melihat-lihat lapangan. Bangku-bangku yang mati dibandingkan dengan bagaimana mereka beberapa menit yang lalu. Dia mendongak ke bintang-bintang berkilauan di langit, dan kemudian melihat ke arah timnya, mengepak tas mereka dan bersiap-siap untuk berangkat ke Pizza Parlour. Dia sadar tersenyum pada seberapa jauh ia telah datang.
Yoona tidak melihat sekelompok orang di belakangnya sampai ia mendengar pembukaan tenggorokan.
"Ahem. Y-Yoona-shi .."
Yoona berbalik untuk berhadapan dengan sekitar enam atau tujuh siswa. Beberapa anak laki-laki dan beberapa gadis.
"Oh, halo!" Yoona mengatakan sementara memberi mereka senyum lembut. Itu cukup untuk membuat mereka meleleh di tempat.
"Y-Kau benar-benar hebat di luar sana."
"Terima kasih! Saya mencoba yang terbaik." Yoona menyatakan percaya diri.
"Itu jelas untuk melihat. Kau sangat berbakat, Yoona-shi!"
Ia melihat semua kepala mereka mengangguk setuju, menertawakan bagaimana mereka tampak seperti sekelompok kepala berbandul.
"Ah..we ingin memberikan ini kepada Anda. " Salah satu siswa yang lebih tua tampak mengulurkan tangannya, mengungkapkan berbagai macam tas.
Itu seperti ini sepanjang waktu. Sekelompok yoonaddicts akan datang setelah pertandingan dan memberikan Yoona berbagai hadiah untuk mengucapkan selamat padanya. Itu adalah salah satu bagian terbaik dari hari, karena itu ditambahkan ke koleksi endlesss nya surat cinta dan kadang-kadang, mereka akan berbicara cukup lama untuk mengenal lebih lanjut tentang satu sama lain.
"Terima kasih, guys. Aku akan pastikan untuk melihat mereka segera setelah aku pulang.
"" Kami harap Anda memiliki goodnight, Yoona-shi! Sampai jumpa besok!
"Mereka semua membungkuk ke Yoona sebelum bergegas off dan cekikikan di pertemuan mereka. Yoona tersenyum dan ditempatkan semua hadiah dalam rangsel sebelum merasa seseorang mencuri bola antara kakinya. Dia berbalik untuk mengetahui bahwa pelaku adalah Sooyoung, terampil dribbling bola.
"Kata Pelatih mereka akan bertemu kami di sana. Anda membawa mobil Anda, kan?"
"Ya." Yoona diam-diam mengambil bola kembali dari Sooyoung, berjalan menuju akhir lapangan untuk menembak beberapa skor.
"Apakah aku tidak memberitahu Anda untuk bertemu dengan saya dengan tujuan?"
"Tertangkap up."
"Dengan fans Anda lagi? Tuhan , itu seperti Anda menikah dengan mereka semua. " Sooyoung berjalan dengan bouncing pada langkah nya, menendang rumput setiap sekarang dan kemudian. Itu hanya mereka di lapangan sekarang. Ketenangan terlalu diam dibandingkan dengan teriakan dan sorak-sorai memekakkan telinga beberapa waktu lalu. Meskipun mungkin terdengar itu, Sooyoung tidak iri popularitas Yoona. Jika ada, dia bangga dongsaeng nya dan berapa banyak pengakuan yang ia terima. Sooyoung hanya berharap sahabatnya tidak akan begitu khawatir tentang apa yang dipikirkan orang lain tentang dirinya.
Sooyoung berdiri di depan gol, telapak tangannya menghadap keluar saat ia menatap kembali pada Yoona.
"Soo, Anda tidak dapat goalkeep untuk."
" Hei! Ini patut dicoba!
"Sementara berfokus perhatiannya pada bola di depannya, Yoona mengatakan," Kau mencoba. Satu miliar kali. Gagal setiap orang.
"" Berhenti bicara dari Anda dan memberikan tembakan terbaik Anda , Ms Popular. " Sooyoung masuk ke sikap kiper saat ia menyaksikan garis temannya bola. Melihat sebagai Yoona biasanya dimainkan sebagai striker atau gelandang, Sooyoung tidak tahu apa yang diharapkan. Ketidakpastian Yoona adalah salah satu hal yang membuat tim lawan takut padanya. Anda tidak akan pernah melihat dia mencoba trik yang sama dua kali berturut-turut.
Yoona mengambil beberapa langkah kembali dari bola dan disiapkan ke posisinya. Dia memfokuskan perhatiannya di depannya. Matanya menghindari dari bola, untuk Sooyoung dan kemudian ke tujuan. Dengan semua kekuatan dia bisa mengumpulkan, Yoona dikenakan terhadap bola, menendang dari tanah. Ia melihat itu melengkung dan terbang melewati kepala Sooyoung, memukul bersih di belakangnya.
Mereka berdua jatuh ke tanah untuk alasan yang sama sekali berbeda. Sooyoung pikir dia akan mati dari seberapa cepat bola yang datang dan Yoona pikir dia akan mati dari tawa.
"Saya bilang, kau seorang penjaga gawang. Anda bahkan tidak bergerak!"
"Aku!"
"Ya seperti satu inci jauh dari bola.
"Sooyoung menyambar bola dan menendangnya di tubuh Yoona, memukul kanannya di paha. "Hei! Apa itu?"
"Karena tidak menghargai kenyataan bahwa saya mencoba."
"Kau seperti bayi." Yoona mendapat dari tanah dan melakukan beberapa tendangan pendek dengan bola. "Ayolah. Pertama untuk 5 mendapat duduk di kursi penumpang."
"Mengapa tidak bisa Anda hanya akan sopan sekali dan drive? Anda selalu menang ..."
"Hari saya melakukan sesuatu sopan untuk Anda, akan hari kita berhenti makan 10 makanan satu jam. Cepatlah, sebagian pizza Mungkin pergi sekarang.
"Sooyoung merengut pada gadis di depannya. "Baik, tetapi hanya karena pizza."
"Gadis baik."
Mereka terus bermain selama sepuluh menit dengan Sooyoung sesekali mencuri bola dari Yoona hanya untuk memilikinya diambil dari detik saja nanti. Dia bahkan tidak tahu mengapa dia mengganggu versing pemain bintang tim. Dia tahu dia akan kalah pula.
"Oh untuk godsakes Yoona, hanya masuk ke dalam mobil."
***
Yoona bangun untuk alarm nya menggelegar di 5 di pagi hari. Itu adalah awal bagi kebanyakan orang, tapi ini adalah waktu yang biasa seseorang aktif seperti dia akan bangun.
Dia mendorong selimutnya off dirinya dan menggigil sampai ke lemari. Dia menyadari jumlah sedikit pakaian dia di karena suhu lembab malam sebelumnya dan dengan cepat melemparkan pada jumper dan berkeringat.
Dia menyambar bola dari bawah tempat tidur dan meninggalkan rumah, diam-diam tip-toeing masa orangtuanya 'kamar.
Yoona menggiring bola bola di sekitar blok sebelum pergi ke lapangan sepak bola terdekat, menembak beberapa gol dan berlatih melewati nya sepanjang dinding.
Ini adalah rutinitas paginya. Bangunlah, praktek, kembali ke rumah, bersiap-siap, pergi ke sekolah. Itu semua ada untuk itu. Dan bahkan jika itu tampak membosankan, itu membantu Yoona bangun di pagi hari. Dia memandang ke depan untuk berlatih lebih dari makan siang. Dan yang mengatakan sesuatu.
Yoona berusaha beberapa sepatu dan penurunan tendangan, melambai lari pagi setiap sekarang dan kemudian. Dia melihat waktu pada wa nya