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Tolie ran to intercept the ball flying toward her at top speed. She caught it in the Shabone, a stick attached to a net, and passed it to her teammate to start the final Crylee of the game. All teams were tied and this would determine who would win the game.
A Crylee was a common tactic in which a pair of teammates repeatedly pass the ball back and forth between players until the payers either lost the ball or made a goal. Once you had moved down the field you couldn\u2019t move backwards until a team scored a goal in the ring. This tactic kept the ball slightly out of reach.
Team two started an offense circling Tolie and Usina, Tolie\u2019s teammate and neighbor. Teams three and four started pushing team two back and pulling in themselves. They almost had her surrounded, and as her team\u2019s last chance Tolie flung the ball towards the loop and scored, she had won the game! Tolie and Usina celebrated as they made their way off the field.
\u201cCongratulations you two!\u201d A voice called from the stands, it was Tolie\u2019s father, a thin sturdy fellow with dark brown hair,
\u201cThanks dad!\u201d Tolie said, \u201cThis game was one of the most fun I have ever played,
thanks for teaching us.\u201d
\u201cYou\u2019re welcome, it\u2019s a pleasure.\u201d
\u201cWhere is mom?\u201d Tolie asked,
\u201cShe went to get a drink a few minuets ago, so she probably doesn\u2019t know you won yet. She should be back soon.\u201d Her father answered. Tolie saw her mom making her way towards her with a big grin on her face.
\u201cI need to go, my father is gesturing me over, see you tomorrow at practice Tolie, great job!\u201d Usina said, waving goodbye,
\u201cI\u2019m sorry I didn\u2019t see your game winning point,\u201d her mother had found her way over to them, \u201cbut everybody I asked said it was very close, great job Tolie. I am very proud of you.\u201d
\u201cThanks mom,\u201d Tolie said,\u201d
Scream\u2019s erupted from the crowd. There were five men in black racing through the stadium on horseback, \u201cTolie, Get down, now!\u201d Tolie ducked down,
\u201cLet\u2019s get out of here!\u201d Tolie whispered scaredly,
\u201cI need to help the city from these bad men, you and your mother should run right now!\u201d Tolie\u2019s father yelled, \u201cGO!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut\u2026\u201d Tolie said panicked,\n\u201cJUST GO,\u201d \n\u201cTolie your father is right, we need to leave,\u201d her mother added, trying to yank Tolie away, but it was too late, the rebels came right up to Tolie and her family,\n\u201cGive it to me,\u201d one of the men said in a gravely voice to her father, \n\u201cNo,\u201d he responded calmly, \u201cnever,\u201d\n\u201cVery well, I guess I will just have to take her, a needles job is never done.\u201d \n\u201cMom, run. Don\u2019t let them take you!\u201d Tolie said, beginning to panic, \u201cnot mother, he wouldn\u2019t!\u201d Instead, he grabbed Tolie, snickering while they dragged her through the street filled with people. \n\u201cTolie!\u201d Her father yelled as he chased after them, \u201cI\u2019m coming!\u201d He wasn\u2019t able to keep up and was lost by the time they arrived at the abandoned building that used to be the barber shop.\n\u201cDon\u2019t take mother, no!\u201d The man who grabbed her said in a high squeaky voice, mocking her and chuckling again, \u201cDid your father not tell you anything?\u201d The man had dark brown hair and glasses,\n\u201cI am not going to tell you about my life. Bring me home.\u201d\n\u201cNo, we need you, we are not taking you home. If you won\u2019t tell us, we will have to get the information out of you somehow.\u201d\n\u201cWhat are you going to do with me?\u201d Tolie asked, getting scared,\n\u201cYou\u2019re not telling us so we won\u2019t tell you quite yet. One thing I will tell you is to call me Oncle,\u201d\n\u201cWHAT!\u201d Tolie yelled, \u201cMy uncle would never kidnap me!\u201d\n\u201cThere\u2019s a good reason for your kidnap, or let me say, borrowing. I never said I was your uncle! I said Oncle!\u201d\nTolie ranted on, pretending not to hear, \u201cI\u2019m sure, there\u2019s always a good reason to kidnap your niece.\u201d\n\u201cI\u2019M NOT YOUR UNCLE,\u201d\n\u201cThen who are you?\u201d Tolie said glad that she could easily sway his emotions,\n\u201cI am Oncle! Head needle!\u201d He said getting angry, \u201cbut I will not harm you. I just want your talent of spying, pretending to be someone else, and getting information.\n\u201cwhat is a needle? Also, who said I was good at that?\u201d Tolie asked, curious\n\u201cYour father.\u201d\n\u201cWHAT!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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