Practice Makes Perfect.. { Ritchie }

[Gemma Williams]

Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late

Gemma decided to go to the soccer field after school to brush up on her soccer skills. She hasn't played in ages, but she remembered she liked it a lot when she was little. She got out her white and red soccer ball and dropped it on the ground so she could put her hair up into a pony tail. Gemma pulled on her soccer cleats and tied them tight. It would possibly be bad if she tried to kick and her shoes fly off and hit somebody.

[ooc: this is a bad-ish post.. I'll make the next one better though! I've got a lot going on at once right now though haha just wanted to give you a post.

[Richie Tyson]

Their football year was pretty average compared to the other years. They didn't win the big championship like they had in the past but they did well in the playoffs and came close to it. Richie did well but not perfect, he still had a lot of things in his game he needed to improve but with the practice he now constantly put in it and the fact that he was already playing better then the juniors meant that next year his truth worth would be shown on the team. In December Richie got caught up in that those gangs, none of it being his fault, and something happened that he refuses to talk about but seems to have really shook him up. He stopped being so cocky around the school and avoided most social moments when possible, he was never that great with people to begin with. He would rather train.

Out on the field after school he was part of no sports teams this time of year, he had the entire soccer field to himself since the season for that sport was still a little early, and so he took advantage of their field. He had one of those child wagons and on it were a large amount of weights, on the handle was a rope tied to it and then the other end of that rope was tied to his chest. When he moved he was forced to pull the wagon full of the weights with him as he ran forward. Although he didn't get to far he was already feeling tired from the hard exorcise he was putting himself through.

[Gemma Williams]

Tick tock hear the clock countdown
Wish the minute hand could be rewound
So much to do and so much I need to say
Will tomorrow be too late

Gemma kicked around her ball. She set up little orange cones in a line and maneuvered her ball somewhat gracefully around each and every one of them, going back and forth. She had always wanted to do the little line of soccer balls and kick them into the goal, but she only had one ball.

After maybe thirty minutes or so of doing the cones, she stopped for a few minutes. She went back to her Volkswagen Cabrio and reached into the back seat and pulled out a cold bottle of water. She leaned aganst her little car and breathed deeply. She hadn't run like that for a while. Then Gemma saw someone pulling along a little wagon type thing and wondered who would be doing that, but stayed put. She squinted her eyes and saw it was a boy. She thought he looked kind of familiar, but didn't know if she knew him or not. She grabbed another bottle of water and jogged up to him and held it out. "You look like you could use some water," She said with a friendly smile.