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Little Miss Kick It By: Kayte M.

One morning in spring, Little Miss Kick It was wide awake in her garden, planting flowers. Little Miss Kick It lived in a soccer ball house that had black and white pentagons all over. It had two round windows, a spiral staircase, and an oval door with a square doorbell off to the side. Little Miss Kick It had a very strange garden. She only planted flowers in corners! All her neighbors in her hometown, Goalsville, thought she was nice, honest, a loyal friend, respectful, but… crazy. They thought she was obsessed with soccer.

Little Miss Kick It walked out of her house, down the block, and into the park. “Good morning Mr. Tiny Whiny! How are you?” Little Miss Kick It asked. “Not so good.” Mr. Tiny Whiny replied. Mr. Tiny Whiny was a short man with an attitude that always made him sad. He always wore tawdry clothes and he acted like a toddler. “My teddy bear is stuck on top of the slide and it won’t come down!” Little Miss Kick It looked at the fragile bear and smiled. “I can get it down!” She reached into her backpack and pulled out her soccer ball, placed it, and kicked as hard as she could.

The soccer ball went right above the teddy bears head, hit the pole, and bounced back and hit the teddy bear which pushed it down the slide. Mr. Tiny Whiny picked it up. “You hurt him!” He sobbed. “I am so sorry!” Little Miss Kick It sighed. She sprinted up the block across the schoolyard, and into town. “Why can’t I do anything right!” She sighed. Just then, someone screamed. “Help me!” Little Miss Kick It ran into Mr. Cookie’s bakery shop. “Little Miss Tiny?” Little Miss Kick It was surprised. “I can’t reach the cookie jar!” She yelped. Little Miss Tiny was very small with a bow in her mud brown hair. After hearing what Little Miss Tiny had to say, want to know what Little Miss Kick It did? I’ll tell you on the next page.

Little Miss Kick It lined up her favorite soccer ball, aimed, and fired. The soccer ball hit the cookie jar… but it knocked it off the shelf and it shattered! Mr. Cookie sprinted in to make sure everyone was all right. “WHAT IS GOING ON!” He boomed. “She did it!” Little Miss Tiny pointed at Little Miss Kick It. “OUT!” Mr. Cookie screamed at the top of his lungs. Little Miss Kick It ran outside sobbing with tears in her eyes. “Why can’t I do anything!” She whined.

Little Miss Kick It walked a few miles and stopped. “Ha! Another goal!” She looked over to see Mr. Competitive and Mr. Bump playing soccer. Mr. Competitive was very competitive and Mr. Bump was a round man that had bandages everywhere! “That’s not fair! You’re rubbing it in my face!” Mr. Bump complained. “So! That’s how I play!” Mr. Competitive laughed. “Mr. Competitive I don’t mean to be rude but that’s mean.” Little Miss Kick It sighed politely. “Fine! Score a goal on me! Or at least try!” Mr. Competitive laughed again. Little Miss Kick It lined up her soccer ball, and shot.

The ball hit the post and backfired. “OW!” Mr. Bump yelled. “I’m so sorry!” Little Miss Kick It sighed. “Ha! You lost!” Mr. Competitive commanded. Little Miss Kick It ran all the way home, sobbing. “You ok?” Little Miss Tiny, Mr. Competitive, Mr. Bump, and Mr. Cookie were standing in her doorway. “Your not good at everything and your not good at nothing.” Little Miss Tiny stepped in. “Thanks. That was really sweet.” Little Miss Kick It sighed and tears of joy streamed down her face.

“You are amazing at soccer though.” Mr. Bump smiled. “Yea. I-I guess I am.” Little Miss Kick t replied. Later that evening, they all went to the Goalsville town park and played a great game of soccer. They had a blast and everyone was laughing and smiling (except Mr. Bump who kept running into things.) It was the most glorious day in Goalsville ever! Remember. No one is good at nothing, and no one is good at everything.

All except for Little Miss Kick It who is only good at one.