Imagine you’ve played soccer since you were four years old. You knew it better than you could read or even write by a certain age.
There was nothing better than stepping over the solid white line onto the rectangular soccer field and feeling the thick grass on your cleats as you moved the blue and pink soccer ball across the field. In those moments you knew that nothing could get better than this.
As time went on you realized that you had one dream - to play Division I soccer.
When you started getting recruited in high school you knew that dream was going to come true. There was a beautiful school in High Point, North Carolina called, “High Point University” that looked more like a vacation getaway than a college.
On your recruiting visit, as you drove into the campus you were greeted by a friendly security guard who directed you and your on mom on where to park. You parked in front of a black sign that had bright orange letters that spelled out your name and said the words, “Welcome, Bri Davis.” Immediately you felt a sense of home.
As you stepped out of the car, you were greeted by the HPU women’s soccer coach who explained to you that she was going to give you a tour of the school, in a golf cart. You looked at your mom in awe, it seemed as if they had rolled out the red carpet for you.
As you made your way across campus you heard classical music, visited kiosks that served different snacks and saw plenty of fountains.
Before you had even made it back to the coaches’ office you knew this was the place you would happily call home.
Little did you know, everything you were shown was a facade and you would soon learn why you shouldn’t have joined the HPU women’s soccer team.
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