Personal Narrative: My High School Lacrosse Team

Nothing hurts more than being excluded. I learned this the hard way my sophomore year. This is a story about my high school lacrosse team. Most of my friends are on the team so we’ve become very close after playing together since the seventh grade. We play lacrosse in the backyard almost everytime we’re together.
I’ll admit it, I’m not the best player on my team. And as we all know, there’s only so many spots for the varsity team. So in no way did I expect to make varsity as a sophomore. However, I didn’t expect my friends too, either. The preseason had gone well: we practiced in the gym and I felt a lot better than the previous season. Finally, the day had come to be assigned to varsity or junior varsity. But this year was different than usual. We had new team helmets. These things were the best on the market, only two of my teammates had one of their own. Using the money we made from fundraising, we purchased 24 of these new helmets, complete with our school colors and decals. The helmets were the talk of our team for weeks, everyone was so excited to have one. The only problem? There were more than 24 players on the team.
The day of the team assigning, we all piled into the team locker room to discover several rows of shiny, brand new helmets. There was a list of names written on the whiteboard. If your

I told him it was terrible, I was the only one of my friends that didn’t get a helmet. He asked if I had worked as hard as I could during the preseason, and I couldn’t come up with an answer. I went to my room and cried that day. I felt like the world was ending because I was worse at my favorite thing in the world than my friends were. Once I settled down, I told myself I wasn’t going to be discouraged anymore. From that day on, I now give my absolute best effort in lacrosse. I’ve realized that the number of days I have playing this amazing sport are limited, so I better make the most of them while I still