Personal Narrative: My First Year In American Football

It was one of the hottest days in Alabama. It was 100*. With the humidity, it felt like 150*. As I walked onto the football field, the field smelled like newly cut grass. I looked for Kevin and Will. I saw Will sitting on the bleachers. He was wearing our game day jersey. With his khaki pants. He looked like a normal football player. We waited for coach Kevin to get here. Will was a blind assistant coach that knows all the plays. He was hit so hard in the head that he was blind. Finally coach Kevin showed up. Will would help me get to know the plays because he used to be the quarterback and now I’m the quarterback. “Coach did we get any new plays this year?” I asked the coach. He replied “Yes we got a new quarterback that came from a black person only school.”

I have all A’s in school! I’m the best one on the team! Playing wise. I have the a great arm! He was a waste of money and he is just going to be a Benchwarmer! He is not going to be getting any playing time!” The next week was the first game. About 5 minutes left and Will tells me to run the ball. We were down by 6. I run the ball on the final play of the game. I ended up 2 yards from the end zone. We ended up losing. The next day at school, I was walking to Math class and I see the new backup quarterback, Matthew bullying Will and I also heard him yelling, “We lost because of you! It is all your fault! You should have told Pete to make a pass!” I walked right over to Will and told him that Matthew was right. I said,“Why did you make me run the ball? And Matthew, I have something for