Why Am I Here Again?

Clementine isn't the sporty type. She used to be, though. When she was younger, she used to hang around with the boys all the time and played football often. She was somewhat good at it, but now she was too self-concious.

She wandered around the field, muttering little things to herself.

David was out throwing footballs for fun and accidently let one fly out of the normal path he was throwing and hit a red-headed girl with the ball

Clementine felt something hit her head and stepped back a few steps wearily. She looked around, almost expecting to see somebody attacking her. She felt herself sigh with relief as she saw someone a bit older than her throwing footballs.

'Odd thing to be doing...'