Creative Writing: Brody's Broken Leg

It was dead silent as the ball sat in the air and as if time had stopped. It was December of 2015, I was 13, my team and I was playing for 3rd place in the Colt Classic Tournament. It was a night game at Barrington Station High School. We were playing the Barrington Colts, which was weird considering they are playing for 3rd in their own tournament that they were hosting, before the game, I was talking to some of my teammates Aaron Pattis, Stephen Harris, Bradley Jenkins, Ayden Anderson and I were talking before the game, going into that game we speculated that we had this game in the bag easily as a result of how well our team was playing. Little did we know, we had another problem coming.

It was the late in the fourth quarter and the Broncs were about to win another state championship making it two years in a row. There was 20 seconds on the clock and the Broncs were up 49-28 on the Natrona County Mustangs. All we needed to do was take a knee, and sheridan would take home their 25th football state title. The ball was snapped and instead of taking a knee, they ran it with running back Kyle Kustis for another bronc touchdown to make the win 56-28. The block that opened up the hole was offensive tackle and my brother, Blayne Baker. After that night we all went home to celebrate the state championship. The next morning I could barely talk. My throat was throbbing from cheering so loud. “Do you want some pancakes?” my sister, Baylee,

It was the seventh game of the regular season, we were winning each game by a margin of 30 or more points; we were invincible. At the time this team was no big rival of ours and we thought nothing of the game beforehand. The game started, and we were winning, like usual. Then out of nowhere the other team started to score points,

I lift my knee and take the snap I drop back and bomb one left My player makes a catch Which brings us to field goal range Snap spot up and good And we have one another

It was half-way through the second quarter in the semifinals, and the Sun Valley Vikings were up by 14. They were on our own 10-yard line, and they were handing it off to one of their biggest and best players, Jack Krump, up the middle. I was in at safety, and I ran up to tackle him at the five-yard line but he came trucking through I just bounced right off of him like a wall. I heard the crowd cheering, so I could tell he scored a touchdown. They kicked the field goal and it was, good. We then ran into formation to receive the kickoff.

"Who would make something like this?" I said looking at my ankle now it was swollen and red I know I could run on it so I fiugerd I play alone. Pray that they wouldn forgot about all of this running and help with my injury so that way I could try again cause there no way I stay here.

i jumped over him and ran 'only one yard left' i thought, but as soon as i did the halfback was running up to me 'damn' i tired to run faster

The time had come and I thought I had it but I was wrong. It was the last game of the year and it was one of the coldest ones yet. The coach called my name and told me to go out and play wide receiver. I ran out to my position and as I am running my heart sank as if I was on a roller coasters going down a steep drop. They told me the play and they were throwing to me and as I got set up my heart started racing. Then I hear “Down… Set… Hut!!!” I start running my route feeling the cool air hitting my face. I turn and see the ball coming way above my head. I put my hands up above my head and I feel the ball hit my hands and go flying. I felt so disappointed thinking if only I was bigger.

I was on the varsity softball team for Oakridge High School. On the 6th of May our opponent was Montague. It was the bottom of the 7th inning, I was playing right field. I was running to my position, and all of a sudden had to sneeze, so I stopped behind first base. Let me just tell you, huge mistake. Next thing I knew I was on the ground. People start swarming me and asking me all these questions, and at the same time I was trying to process what

Peter was hurting. Oh God, he hurt everywhere. Sore, achy. He wasn't sure what happened; his mind is foggy; he's so dizzy; and his senses are slowly recovering. But his mind couldn't take itself off the pain. It was excruciating, almost. He cried out, and as he came around, the sensation of hurt he was feeling just seemed to turn ten times worse. He had no idea what was going on; or where he was. Brown orbs tried to scan his location and make his mind register it. From what he could make out, he was in a room. Not outside. Well, at least he hadn't been stranded. That ruled off a possibility as to why he's hurting so much. He noted there was only one light above him--a lightbulb. The power was almost drained out, though. It would flicker occasionally.

Anthony was giving Brendan and I a hard time about his breaks. Every time we would give him a 15 minute break, he didn't want to take it. He kept on asking me when I was planning on giving him his lunch. I didn’t give him a time because last time I did that he argued with me, when I give it to him at a different time than I told him. I tried to give him his lunch 8 pm. He was mad and didn’t want to take it. He said he needs time to order food. I sent him to Gladys because he wasn’t listening to me. Unfortunately, she made me give him another call so he could order food. I disagreed but I still did it.

He heard a cracking noise and looked up and jumped backwards as two people fell out of the tree. It was his good friends Hearth and Blitz, Blitz looked a bit more clean shaven and Hearth looked the same. “Hey, kid,” Blitz grinned then winced slightly, “Ouch, I think I might’ve broken my arm,” he muttered. Magnus kneeled down and said.

It was a Saturday and I was with Jase and Fabian and we were at the park and they started talking about football practice and I asked should I join football and they were like yeah do it it will be fun so I went with them to practice and I told the coach I am new so what do I do and he said, first of all, let's get you some pads and I said okay and he said let's go and we went to the locker room here at the middle school and we went upstairs and I tried them all on and finally one fit and a helmet I got that too then when I got back on the field and he said let's goooooo! Soo loud that I got scared and we started running and running. And I saw Jase and fabian and I felt right at home so we started running and in the middle of it I said I'm

‘Unbroken’. I called it unbroken and I thought it suited me well. Many people seem to act as if I am broken. A sideways glance there, a mummer here. Sometimes they tell me I am weird. I don’t like them but everyone else seems to so I just ignore it. They still tell me I’m broken though. Maybe I am? Ahhhhh, I have it. All I need is a bang with a hammer. Then I will be ‘unbroken’. I can’t wait till that day!

With the game tied 6-6 that is when I went into my own little zone and was in my moment. The crowed was electrified and cheering us on. I thought about all the hard work the coaches put us through doing two a days and keeping us late after a hard practice, spending all of that time and hard work just for this one little moment when the game was on the line. Back to reality our quarterback had started the play and it looked like it was going nowhere and we might have to got into overtime. Then after about 6 crazy seconds he threw the ball to our halfback and he broke a couple tackles and the somehow stretched across the goal line by about 2 inches and we had taken the lead 8-6 with 52 seconds to go. When the game clock hit 00:00 for the first time in our schools history the football team had beaten Aberdeen and none of us could believe it. This was a special moment.