It's All You - The CYOA which fills you with courage (and pringles.. mmm..)
A memory comes back..
You're at soccer practice, when the ball hits you straight in the ribcage. You run over to your mother, in seering pain.
She puts her hand on your cheek, and tells you something..
"Don't Give up.. I know it may be a little complicated! When life steals your lemons and you've got nobody to help you get through it.. I'd hate to see you waiting for friendship like that. Yet again, it's a metaphor.. What I'm trying to say is that you've got Courage, Rose. It's what got you through life to this point, right? So use that courage.. Maybe you're not a good offense player, but try being a goalie. It might be better.."
You wipe off one of your tears, looking back at her.
"What if I'm not good at anything?"
She pats you with a smirk.
"Then I'll always be here, with Pringles and advice."
Having an image of courage in your head, you run back onto the field and towards the goal box.
"Calvin, switch?"
He grins from ear to ear.
"I've been waiting for someone to say that all day!"
He runs off into the field, and you get into a goalie stance, keeping your eye on the ball. Then you see a butterfly. It distracts you with its alluring colors and graceful flying.
Suddenly, the ball comes huddling towards you at high speeds! Your reflexes 'kick' in.. Literally...
You block the exact spot with your foot, kicking the ball past the other players and into the opponent's goal from a very far distance. You're the reason the Chicken Nuggets (That's your team) won the school championship.. And those players owe their entire year of training to you.
Keeping that in mind, you get closer and closer to the concrete sidewalk below. The grin of that little goalie boy when you asked him to switch... It fills you with the strength to defy fate..!
... That's when you begin to fly.
Yeah, you read that right. You flew.
The energy within your soul gathered up and let loose a force that started ignoring gravity and sending you upwards.
You're at soccer practice, when the ball hits you straight in the ribcage. You run over to your mother, in seering pain.
She puts her hand on your cheek, and tells you something..
"Don't Give up.. I know it may be a little complicated! When life steals your lemons and you've got nobody to help you get through it.. I'd hate to see you waiting for friendship like that. Yet again, it's a metaphor.. What I'm trying to say is that you've got Courage, Rose. It's what got you through life to this point, right? So use that courage.. Maybe you're not a good offense player, but try being a goalie. It might be better.."
You wipe off one of your tears, looking back at her.
"What if I'm not good at anything?"
She pats you with a smirk.
"Then I'll always be here, with Pringles and advice."
Having an image of courage in your head, you run back onto the field and towards the goal box.
"Calvin, switch?"
He grins from ear to ear.
"I've been waiting for someone to say that all day!"
He runs off into the field, and you get into a goalie stance, keeping your eye on the ball. Then you see a butterfly. It distracts you with its alluring colors and graceful flying.
Suddenly, the ball comes huddling towards you at high speeds! Your reflexes 'kick' in.. Literally...
You block the exact spot with your foot, kicking the ball past the other players and into the opponent's goal from a very far distance. You're the reason the Chicken Nuggets (That's your team) won the school championship.. And those players owe their entire year of training to you.
Keeping that in mind, you get closer and closer to the concrete sidewalk below. The grin of that little goalie boy when you asked him to switch... It fills you with the strength to defy fate..!
... That's when you begin to fly.
Yeah, you read that right. You flew.
The energy within your soul gathered up and let loose a force that started ignoring gravity and sending you upwards.