Essay My Worst Day

It was 5 o 'clock on a humid Thursday night in the Lone Star State. I, Jim, was packing my bag for my first high school football tryout. Then I got the call. The worst call of my life. My only parent, my mom, had died in a car accident. My heart sank into a black hole.
About two hours later while I was sobbing in my room, I heard a knock. It was my mommom. She walked into my room with tears pouring out of her eyes and whispered sadly, “Come on honey your coming to live with me. When we arrived to her house I fell asleep into a coma.
I could hardly wake up for the next day of school. The only reason I was going to school was because of tryouts. That was the only thing I was looking forward to that day. I drug myself out of my “new” home and

The seniors and juniors were huge. How am I going to make this team? I came out slow in the beginning. I got pounded. On the other hand, Rob was killing it. Before I knew it Day one was over and I played like crap. I walked to my “new” home with tears gushing from my eyes. This has been the worst week ever.
The weekend passed by and I started to feel better. I actually woke up with a smile. This is going to be a good day, I told myself.
I arrived to school and greeted all of my teacher with a smile on my face ear to ear like I used to. The day flew by and this was my last chance to show Coach Bill what I had. Day two of tryouts. I started this tryout great. I was catching every ball thrown to me. But as we started doing sprints there was a bump in the road. I was watching Rob sprint and he twisted his knee terribly. I knew right away something bad had happened.
“Ahhh,” he screamed in terrible agony. I rushed over there like a firefighter rushing into a burning building. He was done.
That awful event only made me do better when it came to scrimmage time. I shined like a star. Scoring a touchdown from running back. That put a big smile on my

I have some good news for you. I know you have been going through a lot lately, but that doesn’t seem to affect you. I also see how hard of a worker you are. That’s why your going on the varsity squad behind Trevon at running back. Congrats!”
As soon as I heard that I made the team, I bursted into the air with joy, “Yesss!”
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It was gameday. The wind was soaring on the ember green turf. Even though I wouldn’t get that much playing time, I was still as nervous as a person with anxiety. My adrenaline was pumping like an air compressor.
It was the fourth quarter with 11 seconds left. We were down 15-10 against our rival, Bimrock High. We were driving though. Then from the sideline I saw Trevon get hit late on Bimrock’s 20 yard line. He feel just like Rob. But worst. He was about 10 yards down the field from where I was standing.
“Ahhh!” he screamed in pain.
Everyone rushed to the horrific scene, including me. I could barely see him through the crowd of trainers. But when I saw his leg for a split second I almost puked. His whole leg was facing backward. I couldn’t believe what I saw.
“Your in Jim!” Coach Bill screamed.
This was my chance. I ran onto the field with 5 seconds remaining on the clock. I got into the