Form of Catharsis

[Tiana Jackson]

”’Go kick something,’ she said. ‘It’ll make you feel better,’ she said.” Tiana frowned before kicking the ball hard and straight into the goal’s net. ”Looks like mom was right.”

After another group of boys had gotten a number of sharp remarks from Tiana for a few obscene jokes, her mood for the day had drastically gotten darker. She’d managed to get through the rest of the day relatively well, but by the end of it she’d realized she sorely needed some stress release. So grabbing a jacket and some sweats, Tiana had headed outside to the fields to kick a soccer ball around. Her mother was a particularly big fan of the sport mainly for the exact reason Tiana was out there; it felt good to hit something. Although Tiana could remember a great number of times where the two had gone out simply to have some time. The combined feeling of hitting something with most of her might and pleasant memories of her childhood were swiftly helping Tiana calm back down again. After retrieving the ball, she focused more on playing against imaginary opponents than simply kicking the ball around. After playing against her competitive mother, Tiana had gotten decent enough. She shot the ball again in the opposite goal after dodging another fake opponent, and a faint smile appeared on her face.

”Goal!” She said jokingly, walking into the goal itself to retrieve her ball. ”Not much fun to say that when you’re not really against anyone.”

[Stella Davenport]

Stella was out of her mind bored, she was following a through of purple trying to watch this program as it was messed up by a stupid text message. She did not care if Jeffrey from seventh grade couldn't wash his own underpants. Why did they give seventh graders phones anyways? That had to be illegal in some country...somewhere.

She found herself flicking through signals trying find that one again and she was getting increasly frustrating. Why was it so damn hard to control this thing. She did want to know who Micheal P had in his bed last night. She was sure the girl in question was disappointed, Micheal was a douche. She was brought out of her inner rambling by a very loud pink voice. She turned towards it and found a girl playing soccer by herself.

The counselor did say she needed something to distract herself right? "HEY YOU WANT ANOTHER PLAYER?" she called out her voice was slightly magenta in color, she never new why

Tiana Jackson

[Tiana Jackson]

"HEY YOU WANT ANOTHER PLAYER?"

Tiana actually flinched at the sudden voice. She was not expecting someone to magically pop up like that, even if she'd wished for another player in a way. She turned her head and observed the girl, a faint smirk forming on her face.

"Maybe I should talk to myself more often if this sort of thing happens." She joked before waving the girl over. "Sure!"

Tiana headed over towards her surprise opponent, ball in hand. Fortunately she'd calmed down well enough that she wouldn't be too irritable towards the other girl. At least, Tiana hoped she wouldn't be. She knew her inner bitch was a little more prominent at the moment from her less than ideal day. Still, she'd try her hardest to be kind. Besides, from what Tiana could see Stella looked like an ok person.

"Got to admit, I really wasn't expecting anyone else to be out here. You know how to play?"