Oliver worked on the project for the whole period asking question about eachother and writing them in our notebooks for later.

We asked about family, friends, hobbies, things like that.

I learned that Oliver lives with his mum and dad who own and work at a law firm, his father wants him to get a scholarship with good grades and soccer, to then take over his fathers law firm. He doesnt want that.

He plays soccer and has since grade 1. His closest friend is Bryce, then Kevin, Keith, Owen, and Connor. They all also do soccer. Bryce since grade 1 and everyone else later on in the years.

He likes singing on his own, but nobody else knows that.

When he grows up he wants a family and at least one child.

He wants his child to grow up to have a good happy life, be the great parent he doesn't really have.

I feel bad for him. I dont know what it would be like having parents who only care about you for your grades and soccer.

He doesnt deserve how they treat him.

If my mom was like that with me I probably wouldnt even be able to survive.

For his soccer, he wants to get a scholarship and go to university for English writing, maybe become and author.

When the bell rings we put our notebooks into our bag and go back to our own friend groups.

Sarah asks me how the class went but I tell her I'd talk to her later.

I then walk to the change room to change for physed.

Soccer again.

Everyone else is coming in and changing aswell.

I quickly change and go outside to wait on the bleachers for class to start.

I look up from staring at my feet as everyone else comes out in a group.

We all gather around the teacher to see what is happening today.

We are doing short soccer games.

He puts us into two groups. I end up in a group with Oliver, one other soccer jock from the group, Keith, and a few other random kids.

We have Oliver start with the ball.

As we go he ends up passing the ball smoothly to me. I look around to see if anyone on our team is open and I see Keith.

I kick him the ball and it also goes smoothly.

His eyes open a bit wide at how good of a pass I kicked.

We continue back and fourth trying to keep the ball.

I get closer to the net and decide to try and get a shot, not thinking it would even go in.

It flies smoothly to the left of the goalies right hand that was in the air and we get a point.

The people on my team tell me it was a good shot and cheer a little for getting the first point of the game.

Throughout the game I only had one bad pass and it still went to where I wanted it to go.

We did three games and my team won two of them. They other team was stacked in my opinion.

Oliver would give me a smile here and there when I passed the ball or got a goal.

Once we finished we all went to shower before lunch.

I tried not making it look like I was checking anyone out this time.

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I actually meant to publish this yesterday but then I had to go to bed and I finished it today but only got a chance to publish now.

Don't think this ones very interesting I'm gonna try and make them a bit more interesting but idk what'll happen.

I'm going to also try to type another out tomorrow at work to publish when i get wifi at home.

Til then goodnight :)