Personal Narrative-T-West

December 3 2015 was the Newton Railers seventh grade basketball team second away game. I was waiting all day for the basketball game it seemed like the day was endless. Finally 2:50 came up on the clock to let me know it was time to leave class and get ready to get on the bus. I got all my gear and got on the bus. I put my headphones on a got pumped for our game.

It was a humid morning in Lawrence, Massachusetts as our second football scrimmage of the year was set to begin. My heart pounded as Coach Stevenson called me into the

At the time we were fighting for our team 's playoff lives and if we wanted any chance of going there, we needed to win this game and we did, in overtime. Once it was all over and set in stone, I just collapsed to the ground in exhaustion and just completely overwhelmed with emotion.

None of us were happy; we knew we were too good to not still be practicing. We could all see the seriousness on our coach’s face. We had no clue what we were about to be told. Inside we were all hoping he was about to tell us a team cheated and we were going to make the playoffs in their spot like seen in many movies. We all knew this wasn’t

This was the big game that we were all looking forward to. This team that we are playing are our rivals. If we were to win this game then we would be region champions. We all got into the bus and put our headphones in. No one said a word to anyone.

The next day as I come sprinting around the corner of the store, I see this guy covered in makeup. The first thought racing through my head is “it’s Michael Jackson” ,but then I think there’s no way! As I’m galloping home through the park I see this person singing “I want you.” It sounds exactly like Marvin Gaye, but why would he be in town? At last I get home

The games is over its 42 to 20 and after that we all went to golden corral and had fun. The next week we were going against the green bay and i was so hype we were going against the best team ,WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!

The first half went by terse with my team up 3-1. When the second half started, me and all the other eight year olds went out to glistening green field. We played one of the best games we ever had. We ended up winning 4-1, but not after someone and I kicked the ball at the same time, breaking my foot.

As the others and I got on the field, Coach Robbie held me back and reminded me in encouraging words, “ Be a leader out there.” I nodded to show I understood and jogged back on the field, “Let’s go guys!”. In 25 minutes out of the 30 minutes of the half we had tied USAI 1-1 giving our team the final burst of energy to win the game. I had loved every second of it, the grass making me see green everywhere, the yells of my parents on the sideline, but most of all the competition.

Thirty seconds of the last half left it said in big orange numbers on the scoreboard with the score being 2-2. It was so intense that I could feel sweat pouring down my face. Kyle our teams striker in a forest green and white jersey came from the right and took the ball right out of the kids feet who had control of the ball about 15 feet away from the half line. In a split second he spiked it! Clunk!

On a warm Saturday morning at four in the morning and I could hear my mother washing clothes outside. I could hear the water splashing on the ground as my mother was shouting at my sister to wake me up. As soon as I was awake, I got ready for practice because, every game day, we would wake up early so we could go jogging as a team. I met up with my teammates at our team captain’s home to wait for our coach. When he got there, he told us that we were jogging to the beach, which was a surprise to us because this was an important game for the team and he decided to take us to the beach to practice for it.

We played a county rival that we had not had the opportunity to play in the last decade. On the first drive of the game one of our senior players was hit with a season ending injury. Understandingly our team was

Home Water gushed down the cracked sidewalk into the drain, the freezing droplets raced down from the clouds above. Walking through the rows of parked cars, John looked up at the immense TV screens that over looked the congested parking lot, blaring car horns piercing his ears. Trash flooded over the disgusting rims of the cloudy gray cans. Chains of people rushed into ticket lines, each person eager than the next to get in. The sun was falling out of the sky as the temperature dropped below freezing.

Oh god. No! Leave me alone, please! My thoughts were as frantic as my shallow breathing. My body curled in a fetal position against the door between us, panic was rife throughout my entire body as my trembling hands covered my ears to block out his words.

In Friday 11 November I went to the volleyball game of Florida Gulf Coast vs Kennesaw State and it was super fun, it made me feel super excited about my university because I was there supporting the team. The game began and firts I saw Florida Gulf Coast that jumped on the Owls early in the first set and used that early advantage to gain a 1-0 lead in the match; at this moment I felt tension both in the team and on the part of the coach and I can not deny that for a moment I thought the game was lost, but then I concentrated on thinking that there was still a lot of time left. Needing to bounce back in the second, Kennesaw State gathered strength and began to put more spirits to the game and the whole public began to cheer up. FGCU ended up having a