Nothing More To Say This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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   The score was nothing to nothing,

Five minutes left to play.

Our front line couldn't hit the net,

Coach bowed her head to pray.



The opposition was pressuring hard.

Three minutes left to play.

We poured our hearts into the game

Yet, the chips would fall as they may.



Their striker's shot was swift and true.

One minute left to play.

Our goalie was poised and ready,

But couldn't save the day.



The score was one to nothing.

No minutes left to play.

Coach gave no lecture; just sent us home.

There was nothing more to say.




This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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