Essay About Football

As the evening went on and the sun disappeared more and more. I wanted him to leave but I also wanted him to keep talking like he had been for the past few hours. I thought it was interesting he could talk about his self like that. And thought maybe it would be good if I could talk like that about myself like my other friends at school did, maybe not as much as he did but, as they did when they made a mistake.

“I'm getting help from Alfonso, he wants to help me with chemistry” I said, smiling, trying to keep my cool.

that the questions I was going to apply to him were out of a guideline given to us, he smiled and

“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.

I straightened up and saw Adrianna bounding forward in my peripheral vision. Something about someone to catch up to makes me run better. My feet were barely touching the ground as I ran faster than I have before. Just before the finish line I ducked my head forward slightly to gain that extra millisecond. I hopped onto the mat to stop and stood still, waiting for two officials to confirm our lane and school. I was out of breath and my legs hurt but I was satisfied. I congratulated the girls on either side of me for a good race and made my way to get water. I saw Adrianna ran for 7.42 seconds, a personal best even for her. Patricia Adesanya from Lowell Catholic ran 7.70 seconds, another personal best. My name popped up in third, and I was proud of myself even before I saw the time. Along with earning my team a precious six points towards TCLs, I qualified for states with a personal best of 7.90 seconds!

"Please, can I just talk to you, Y/N?" It'd have to be the first time he's called you Y/N since you met him, which was quite confusing to you as you wondered why he's starting now. You decided to give him a chance, nodding Clarke goodbye while you start to walk with Murphy.

I laughed, “Thanks. I’m no good at remembering names, but I’ll try to remember it now.”

August 7, The London 2012 Summer Olympics.“Go Derek! Go! You can do it!” I yelled from the sidelines of the track field. This was it, this was the reason he had been training nonstop for months. Behind that wide smile there was blood, sweat and tears. The way he ran was mesmerizing. With every stride he took, he leaped forward and in a wink of an eye he had already ran several meters ahead. He was the perfect athlete, incredible strength, passionate, optimistic, focused and determined. “You’re almost there Derek! Just one more lap!” I cheered him on. He was in the lead, with the finalist from Germany, meters behind him. I could see the other runners slowing down knowing the win was Derek’s. Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot, he

“Are you new in this high school too? Oh, of course you are! You are a freshman too, aren't you? Any way I am Yasmin and this is very nice too meet you!” Yasmin chatted with smiling.

As I glanced out at the screaming crowd, I heard Breezy start to speak. “Listen guys, we have made it this far, let’s go home with an all state title today!” Grace, Kourtney, and I all looked at one another smiling, and then back at Breezy. We knew this was the last race we were ever going to run with her and this gave us the motivation to push ourselves even harder. If we didn’t do good in this relay, Breezy’s last race of her high school career wouldn’t be one she would want to remember.

"I'd never judge you, Y/N." Your heart fluttered at his fast reply which also gave you the confidence to tell him why you were at school on a

“Did you meet him?” her voice sounded like it had an echo, then again it always sounded like that. But this time there was a hint of excitement, wonder and interest swimming along with her usual ethereal nonchalance.

"I just wanted to say, and I know this is probably going to sound super creepy, so.. yeah, but aside from Tyler, I really don't know anyone like you. Talking to you is so easy, Riley. And I know this is what, our second day of knowing each other, but I really like you," he admitted. "I probably sound like the world's biggest stalker right now, so if you're weirded out, I get it." he laughed sheepishly.

He scrunched his eyebrows together. “Dallas? I’ve never heard a girl with the name Dallas before.” He immediately looked embarrassed, and it was as if he had intended to keep the last part to himself. I took no offence however, I was used to it. After all, Dallas was typically a male name.

“Also, baby?” Skye raised an eyebrow and smirked at him, taunting. I could get used to these nickname thingies.