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pizza. And, Frida, knock off the Captain Kiss.”
    As soon as I said that, everyone started laughing again, even Jessi this time. It just sounded so ridiculous.
    â€œFrida,” I said as the laughter died down, “for your next role at a soccer game, all I think you need to do is pretend Jessi is chasing you. I’ve never seen you run so fast!”
    â€œOr maybe,” Frida said with a gleam in her eyes, “I could play Captain Kiss’s loyal sidekick, Lip Stick.”
    â€œFrida!” Jessi yelled as she jumped at her, while Frida laughed and raced away again.
    I shook my head. My friends might have been crazy, but they definitely made life interesting.

CHAPTER FIVE

    â€œDevin, stop yawning!” Kara pleaded. “Now you’re making me yawn!”
    Kara had gotten special permission from her parents to stay up late Friday night so we wouldn’t miss our webcam session. It was eight p.m. for me when I called her, but it was eleven p.m. in Connecticut.
    â€œSorry,” I said. “It’s been a crazy week. First my uniform got stolen, and then Zoe got hurt, and then I tried out some new positions at practice, and it was a disaster. And I had a vocab test in the middle of this, and then we went to the mall tonight. . . .”
    â€œSounds like you need to relax,” Kara remarked.
    â€œNo way!” I replied. “There’s practice tomorrow.”
    â€œWe’ve got practice tomorrow too,” Kara began. “And—”
    â€œAfterward I want to research more drills for the next time I get to run practice,” I continued, too focusedon my plans for practice to really listen to Kara.
    Kara’s blue eyes got wide. “Whoa, are you totally obsessing on the team, or what?” She sounded a little annoyed.
    â€œThat’s what Jessi and everyone else keeps saying to me,” I replied. I thought Kara, out of everybody, would understand. “You know we’ve both been dreaming about becoming professional soccer players ever since second grade. Except when you went through that phase of wanting to be a cowgirl.”
    Kara laughed. “I still have the hat and boots, although they are way too small for me now.”
    I nodded. “Well, it’s just that I keep thinking if I really want to go pro, I need to start now. And being on a championship team will totally help when it’s time to apply for colleges.”
    â€œCollege is a long way off,” Kara reminded me. “We’re only in middle school. Don’t forget the reason we both dream about being pro soccer players is because of how much fun we have playing. It doesn’t sound like fun to be yawning on the field all the time.”
    Saying that, she let out a big yawn and frowned. “Rats! I made myself yawn that time.”
    â€œMy bed is calling me,” I said. “See you tomorrow night.”
    â€œSee ya!”
    I was always a little sad when the screen went dark after our chats, but I was seriously tired. When I woke up at eight the next morning, I felt supercharged and ready for practice. I raced down the stairs.
    â€œWant some pancakes?” my dad asked, sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee.
    â€œWhat Devin needs is some complex carbs for energy before practice,” Mom told him. “How about some granola cereal with a banana and a glass of OJ?” she asked me.
    Whew, close one! I’d thought she was going to offer me one of her green smoothies. The granola cereal was way yummier, so I happily agreed.
    When Dad dropped me off at the field, I jogged out of the car, feeling like I needed to do five laps around just to get going. But I took only a few steps before I realized that the field was occupied by a bunch of senior citizens. Puzzled, I jogged up to Coach Flores.
    â€œWhat are they doing here? Are they almost done?” I asked anxiously.
    â€œActually, they just started,” Coach replied.