going to milk the goats together Then he had to fix a fence I grabbed my bag and ran across the field My bag looked like a giant purple sausage It wouldn’t even zip all the way My grandma’s hand-knitted sweater was stuffed inside it I had gotten too hot during the day so I’d shoved the sweater in my bag after putting on my soccer clothes See you Wednesday Olive Racie yelled I groaned Another practice Saturdays and
Wednesdays were practice days Fridays were game days It was going to be a long season Just before I reached the parking lot something twinkled in the grass I put down my bag and stopped to look Even though my dad was waiting I had to check it out It was a bracelet With diamonds The sun sparkled off every gem There were at least twelve of them I looked around to see if anyone saw me No one was paying attention Dad
was looking down at his phone The bracelet was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen I swallowed I knew I should tell Coach about it Or my dad But something made me stop Instead I tucked the bracelet into my sock to the side of my shin guard A long honk made me jump I grabbed my bag again and sprinted to the truck Come on Peanut Dad said Let’s go How was practice Are you glad you went after all Thinking of the bracelet in my sock I said I really am Dad
