Lionel Giverd was practicing his football one day on his team, and he suddenly landed on his arm he started to swear. He realized he would be in the cast for a while and he hoped he could make the team next year. “This is awful,” exclaimed Lionel very rudely to his mom, ”I won't be able to make the tryouts unless I get my cast off today, but tryouts are in one hour!” “it'll be okay Lionel,” his mom, Juliette Giverd, told Lionel very calmly,”Just try again next year.” “it's not okay,” screamed Lionel with a forceful tone,”If I do not make it this year, I won't be able to make it next year!” Lionel Giverd then proceeded to eat his lunch to get ready for the football tryouts. He was spilling crumbs everywhere, and not talking or doing …show more content…
“No! I’m going to try out to-,” Lionel tried to say, but the coach interrupted him. The coach was a man in his 30s, with dark blue eyes and brown hair. He had been working with Mystic Genie High School’s football team for 7 years, and with him, the win every …show more content…
As coach was saying this, Lionel slowly took off his cast and you could see a slight purple still on his arm, his bone structure still a little fractured. Thankfully, however, it was his left arm and he was right handed. Lionel was sweating up a storm, and he was acting very weirdly, not talking to anyone and he had a strange look on his face. “Okay, now that we’re lined up,” said the coach,”we can start the tryouts. I want you to run to the left side at the 50-yard mark and stay in the corner, and catch the ball with a one-handed catch.” “Thank the lord,” Lionel said in his mind,”we’re only catching the ball with one hand.” “Zach, you’re up first,” said the coach,”Derek… Mark with k… Colin… Corey… Hernan… Joe… Marc with a c… Diego… Fargo.” The coach called on everyone until only Lionel and Erik were left. “Okay Erik, it's your turn,” said the coach. Erik ran up, got a grip on the ball but it slipped through his fingers, as did Mark, Derek, Joe, Fargo, Colin, and Diego. “Last but not least, we have Lionel.” Lionel was in a position to catch the ball, he was ready to jump, and the coach threw the ball from the touchdown zone. When the ball was right above Lionel, he jumped for it and promptly
"I hate to be the one to tell you this, but you broke your neck, injuring your spinal cord. You can't move or speak yet but in a few weeks you can start your rehab!", Bailey says sadly, but still trying to be cheery. Also not looking forward to having to break the news of the now burned flesh covering Clarence's face and most of his body.
"He had a head one collision yesterday, someone drove directly into his lane and hit him at 45 mph. He has a broken femur, he has an 18 inch rod in his leg!"
“Taylor it's OK, we will practice tomorrow morning.” We started walking to homeroom which we have together with our arms linked. Then, I saw Brett walk out of the main office and walk towards me and joins the chain of linked arms. Heads turned to us as we marched down the main hallway. Lockers a shade of yellow, walls a white brick, “Taylor, guess who is now in your homeroom now!”
"Lemme borrow some money for some gummies, please?," said Lewis, his clear voice breaking through Sylvester 's thoughts about the football tryouts. Being a severely demanding football coach, Mr. Tyler forced any veterans athletes interested in being the football team to undergo the tryouts as if they were the freshman. It was one of many methods to weed out those who hadn 't been training during the summer, and while Sylvester had no problems with it, no one has told him when the tryouts were going to be held, and not even a hair belonging to Coach Tyler has shown itself.
One day a little kid named Tiny Tim was playing inside his house. Then he fell over onto the ground and was holding his chest and his head. BANG! He yelled out, “Mom come help me. I don’t feel good. I feel like my head’s in sauna.” His mom and dad rushed downstairs to see what was wrong with Tiny Tim.
One day Junior was walking on the bank of one of the three rivers. He just got done with practice and is really upset with his current performance and skills. He looks very sad. While he is walking, he hears a voice say,
When Coach G strode out of earshot, Levi leaned next to Elvis. “I wonder if my mom would give me a permanent excuse from this hell known as physical education.”
“ Yes, that Ezra Miles kid will go down faster than the ball on New Years Eve.” Coach Dmitrei Simon said.
“1,2,3,4..5,6,7,8,” Counted Jaime’s cheer coach. “Okay great practice everyone I will see you all next week you are all dismissed.”
“ You are going to be great see you later.” calls Marcie as they go back to the dressing room.
I turn around and a towering blonde haired man stands over me, it is my coach from last year, Charlie. “Hey Charlie, glad to be back,” I say with a slight chuckle hoping this will help my odds. My heart is on the ascent from my stomach back to my chest and I manage a legitimate smile for the first time today. A screaming whistle pierces my ear. “Thanks for the warning, Charlie,” I say over my shoulder with a sarcastic smirk on my face. “No problem, bud,” he replies with a slight
“Okay guys,” the Coach stated, “we have been on a losing streak so I’m going to switch thing up a bit. Talia you are going to be a defender, Amanda you are going to be goalie, Sophia is going to be our second defender, Georgie and Darla are going to be midfielders, and finally Camille is going to be our attacking midfielder.” We all went to our assigned positions.
“Ok so I am first. I will totally fail this, I havn’t played in a long time, don’t judge,” Jonas missed all of the pins. “Aw man, I will do better next time, mark my words, i will win this game,” Jonas said rhetorically. Next was mattie, who we had to get because she ran into friends and was talking with them.
“But I don't even know Thomas he has practice after my practice finishes and my parents won't even let me participate.”
“ Sorry, but you have to be on a sports team.” The bell had rung and it was time to go home. I slowly walked to the bus. As my stop