The Soccer Twins By: Isabella Casaretto Mrs. Kissell and Mrs. Dearman’ s class
2012-2013
“Happy Birthday to you!” chanted the crowd gathered around one of the picnic tables in Scamper Park. There was a big rectangle cookie cake with ten candles on one side and ten on the other and a big number 10 in the middle. Allie and Liza are identical twins who are turning ten, but turning ten was very special in their family because whenever anyone turns ten they start to play soccer. It has been a tradition for many years in their family. “It’s time for presents!” yelled Liza.
“Let’s open that one first!” yelled Allie excitedly running towards the present. Allie pointed at two round presents covered in pink and orange wrapping paper. Liza took one of the round presents agreeing with Allie. They both started to rip the pink and orange wrapping paper off the round presents. “Soccer balls,” shouted Allie staring at the black and white ball. Liza didn’t say a word she knew she was bad at soccer.
“Follow me,” said their father as they walked down the park to two soccer goals on opposite sides. “It’s time for you to learn how to play soccer”, said their dad proudly. He started to talk about important things about soccer and teaching them the basics.
“Now we need to practice scoring”, said their dad as he kicked the ball and scored. Allie went first; she kicked the ball towards the goal. Then, it was Liza’s turn; Liza kicked the ball sideways nowhere towards the goal. Liza dropped her head down and stared at the ground. “Don’t worry it takes practice!” screamed their dad from the other side of the field. By the end of the day Liza kept kicking the ball sideways.
Later on that week, there is going to be soccer tryouts at school and lacrosse tryouts the day after. Allie and Liza have been practicing for this all week. “We’re going to be late!” shouted Liza. Liza worried the whole way to school about the tryouts. Once they were at school the first thing to do was soccer tryouts. Allie was ready but Liza wasn’t at all. They walked out to the field, it was Liza’s turn First to tryout. The judges asked Liza to score a goal. Liza slowly pulled her leg back and kicked the ball, again the ball went sideways. Then, Allie walked out to the field and the also asked her to score a goal. As Allie let her leg go the ball went flying through the air as Allie, Liza, and the judges stared at the ball make a goal. After school that day, they all the people who tried out were all sitting in the gym. Everyone was losing their patience, people were going crazy. Finally, one of the judges stepped in the door holding papers. “These are the people who made the team”, announced the judge. She started saying names. Allie was the last person to make it.
As soon as Liza got home from school she ran in to the garage crying. She sat there for a while looking around. She saw a lacrosse stick and a lacrosse ball, then she remembered lacrosse try outs tomorrow! That’s when she realized she doesn’t have to be good at the same things as her sister. So she grabbed the ball and the lacrosse stick and sprinted outside and immediately started practicing for tomorrow.
Liza was eager to go to school that day. As soon as she got to school she went to the place where the try outs were. The first person to try out was Liza. After school once again she went to the gym with all the other people who tried out. Except this time it was fast. The judge stared announcing names and Liza was announced second! On the way home Liza started thinking about what her father is going to say about breaking a family tradition. Liza thought about it the whole way home. When Liza got home her father asked how her day was. Liza couldn’t hold it anymore and bursted into excitement and shouted, “It was the best day ever!” Then, her father asked her why it was the best day ever. Liza didn’t say a word until her father asked her again. “Well, I tried out for the lacrosse team and made it, but I didn’t want to hurt you because I broke a family tradition”, said Liza very quickly. “Are you mad at me?” said Liza quietly. Of course I’m not mad at you for breaking the family tradition because you started a new one.