Devon Grayhill had just gotten back from her third soccer game of the season. They had just lost 8 to three. Her brother, Trent was walking her home. "Boy, you guys stunk!" Trent laughed. Devon glared. "You try playing with my team. They're impossible!" Trent rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. Blame it on the team." Devon crossed her arms over her chest. "But it's true! Meg kept passing it to Georgia who wasn't open." Georgia was the only girl Meg knew. So it was more than obvious that when Meg got the ball, she would pass it to Georgia. Devon felt annoyed that people blamed the problem on her like Trent. It was't her fault. It was her team's.

                  The next day during practice, Coach Steno was furious. "We lose every single game! Come on, ladies, this isn't social hour! This is soccer practice! We have another game this weekend and if we aren't in shape for it, next practice I'm making all you of do laps around this entire field!" Devon groaned. Every single practice, she thought. Georgia and Meg were talking, Ella, Karen, and Lisa were all huddled up, Morgan, Sam, Tara, and Lily were huddled up too, and the only two girls that weren't conversing were Devon and Hailey. Devon strode over to Hailey. "We have to do something about this." Devon said. "Whatever it is, I'm with you." Hailey said.

                        That night, Devon invited Hailey over to her house and they started planning their scheme. They absoutely had to get every girl on their team on the same page for the plan to work. When they finished, Hailey looked at Devon. "Is this going to work?" Devon nodded. "Definitely."

                      The next practice, Devon let Hailey bring their project. She propped it up by the bleachers with a sheet over it. "What's that?" Morgan asked. Devon took a deep breath. Luckily, Coach Steno was still on the phone. "Listen up! We have a game against the Vultures this weekend. Our school is counting on us to make a win." Devon said. "So?" Tara said. "We all know we're going to lose." Devon shook her head. "No, we're not."  "How is that possible? We stink!" Ella exclaimed. "What I have under the sheet is what we're all good at." Hailey removed the sheet. It was a bright and colorful poster on a cork board. By each girls' name was a picture showing the girl's talent or hobby. "Each one of us is special. Together, we make an amazing team. We just have to work together to win."

                                During the big game, all the girls were pumped and ready. They each looked motivated. Earlier, Georgia introduced Meg to some of the other girls on the team so everyone knew each other fairly well. Devon was proud of the girls' efforts to win. When they took their positions, Hailey looked at Devon. "Teamwork!" she announced. "Teamwork!" everyone yelled back. This is going to be a good game, Devon thought confidently. The referee blew the whistle and the game began.