8th Grade Narrative

“Is Pavan datta Reddy present?” asked the coaches. The voice was high pitched, loud enough to break a glass. My hand went up in the air slowly like a snail that is traveling from India to China. Everybody looked up at me, especially the eighth graders. Their faces had evil smiles, smiles that looked like the grinch. At that moment, I realized I was going to have lots of predicaments. I walked slowly away, so they wouldn’t get any attention. As I was wearing my cleats the eighth graders took a quick glance at me, and they jabbering quietly. “That kids will look like a fool when he will play against me,” the eighth graders whispered. As I overheard those words, my whole face started to turn red. My blood was hot as lava and my fists were hard

Firstly, my team and I created a plan to make a goal. It was an elementary and simple plan that anybody could think of. The ball started out on the middle of the field waiting to get passed or kicked. As my teammates were passing the ball, the 8th graders were sprinting toward us. Thier footsteps were loud as an earthquake. They were fast as the wind and they looked tough and apoplectic, which made me get pressured. My team and I used the plan we devised before the game started. But, our plan didn’t work, the eighth graders stole the ball. We scurried as fast we could to the other side of the field. I was losing my breath, tasted the blood of discouragement, and felt pain that taunted me. Since they were better than us, they made a goal. We played the game for an hour straight, but the eighth graders dominated us. They were like the great, exploit leaders who won every battle and war, while we were like the slaves to

This time, I was sure to prove the eighth graders I am outstanding in soccer. The ball started out in the middle as usual, and my team carefully set our plan into action, so we can win. We would pass the ball a plethora amount of times, but this time we would pass it slowly and make our passes shore, so we can be precise. The eighth graders were charging like angry bulls, but my teammates were putting using the plan cautiously. As the eighth graders were making an approach to the ball, we passed the ball short and slowly. The plan worked! The eighth graders failed to get the