Chaden Chefferson or short 'Chef', how his friends called him, was passionate, loyal and a good soccer player. There was so much to the game, physical fitness itself was only the beginning of a difficult and challenging sport. As every other competitive sport, the difficulty was equal to the skill and abilities of the 'enemy' team.

All that comptetition and regular training had made Chef a valuable team member. Everyone in the team also was his friend, they wouldn't be successful if the interpersonal relationships weren't so close. The total performance was in the end a result of so many invisible factors, that as a compound was so interwoven, that no one really had an overview beside raw intuition. Above all, the appetite for victory was driving them to peak performance. Chaden himself was only a part of the team, but everyone was important.

Even the enemy team was important in their success, as they aimed to fight hard for victory, beating a weak team did not sate nearly enough as a good game. It wasn't all about winning the game, it also was about winning in the small things, like outrunning, outmanouvering and outplaying the others. It was what Chaden was born for.

But sadly this was not the only thing Chaden had to do to become a professional player.

There was also school and it truly was the antithesis of what he really wanted to do.

Sitting in a chair made him tired, the monotonous voices of the teacher bored him, there was nothing to do and paying attention worsened it.

His grades were not doing well, but he had to learn or he'd have to stop playing. Luckily there was an unspoken agreement for teachers to be less harsh on him, he wasn't graded like others and that was one of the main reasons he could focus so much time on soccer.

Most of his teammates had similar problems and solutions.

No one could question his priorities in education vs training, as those whose opinion really counted, were agreeing with Chaden on his priorities - the teams trainer.

Everyone that Chef respected was supportive, his parents stood firmly behind him, his father was especially proud. Mr. Chefferson had at many occasions praised his sons physical abilities in front of other fathers, such as Mr. Sourberry, who was really quiet.

Chaden knew that without victory, no respect would be given to him. That was the natural order, every time he lost a game he would be ashamed to have wasted the time of his family watching him. There would be harsh criticism by his trainer and every little mistake had to be reconciled and fixed in the next training session.

Sourberry was a loser, a worthless weakling. In physical education, Sourberry didn't even care about winning, he didn't communicate, he didn't do anything and was out of breath so fast. People like these made Chaden angry.

They were spitting in the face of his effort to gain respect. They were so pathetic, so small and so meaningless. No sense for community and better off dead, nobody depended on them, they were completely lacking responsibility.

Someone had to teach them a real lesson. Not the worthless shit they were doing in classes, volunteering to answer math or geography. They were just teachers pets.

Look at their skinny or fat bodies, completely devoid the muscle he had been building.

It was as if they lived in a completely different realm and that irked Chaden enormously.

Everything would go his way eventually as he progressed and they did not.

The athletic and well trained teen laughed loudly, because he had missed the joke of his teammate that everyone was laughing about. The world was his, and others would learn to respect what truly was important: sports.