Paintball Descriptive Writing

The varsity baseball team had just finished a long day of practicing base running, hitting and fielding. It was very hot out and the sun was making us even more tired. Sweat soaked my shirt and dripped off the brim of my hat. I had been up since 6:30, spent all day at school, and practiced baseball for 2 hours. I was so exhausted that I just wanted to go home, take a shower and go to bed. Then my coach called me over and said “Hey Kevin can you help me with the field?”, The last thing I wanted to do was stay after practice to hose down the field and fix the hole in the pitcher's mound.

As I stepped on to the freshly mowed grass that still had a hint of brown in it, I could feel the heat of the sun beginning to warm my skin, causing a sweat to form. The field was beautiful. I had never seen something so large before my eyes. My life was about to change as I stepped into the circle where all the kids were gathering.

The game would start promptly at seven and for the first time in our school history there was going to be a packed house. Alumni returned home for the big event and people took the day off from work to through tailgating parties and had most of the school busses canceled. There was little need with parents already at the school and dinner would be a group activity. I wasn’t left out of the festivities and had helped Mrs. McGuire prepared enough food that had me drooling and losing my appetite at the same time. I had hoped my parents would show up, but I knew that was impossible. There was one thing above all that gave me the biggest hint how wonderful that Friday was going to

“Alyvia!” yelled Elise, one of my teammates. I ran to the sidelines so she could sub in for me. My coach gave me a high five and told me to get a drink so I sat on the sideline and watched as my team struggled to get the ball back to our side. While I was playing I was warm, but now that I was on the sidelines I was freezing cold. All the parents were quite wrapped up in warm blankets, but all I heard was the wind howling and the ball bouncing on the

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

Up and over the mossy green hill, an abandoned red barn awaits to be investigated. The hill was steep and blanketed with a sheet of dew, making it a struggle to climb over. Each footing consisted of slips from a squeaky shoe. By the time I was on the other side of the hill, my toes were ice. Heavy breaths of fog left my chapped lips while my feet stumbled across the solid ground. The lone barn was farther than it seemed. I was getting tunnel vision, feeling the grey sky close in on me. Before I knew it, I was at the wooden barn. Time fast forwarded. Perhaps I fell unconscious and was swept and carried away by the frost-bitten breeze that slapped at my cheeks. The cold, unwelcoming invite the barn gave, caused me to shiver more than I already

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

After our last practice, we all go home to pack our essentials for the trip. We were planning to leave at 7:30 a.m. Friday morning. I gathered all of my belongings for the trip and put in all in the car the night before, I was very primed to play this game. This was a game that we had anticipated for a week. The anxiousness was present and we all just wanted play. I knew I needed to get a good night's rest, so it was time for me to go to

The summer had ended, and it was time for me to make the transition from Middle school to high school, and with that transition came the future of trying out for the High School baseball team. It was my dream since I first put on a glove, and it was finally going to become a reality. The only catch was, I actually had to prove to the coaches that I was one of the bests, I had to show them that I was good enough to be apart of their team. One day, over the announcements, I hear them telling the students who want to try out for baseball to come down to the library after school. “It was October? Baseball is a spring sport” I thought to myself. When I got to the meeting my question was answered, we had to go to Lifting and conditioning before the actual tryouts. Once

It was a warm, fall afternoon in the peaceful state of Illinois. On my grandparent’s farm, I explored the land as much as I could. The various trails and wooded acres led me to creeks, caves, and historical tunnels. I would drive the four-wheeler to venture out into the landscape. The brisk wind rushes past my cheeks and the smell of birch wood and damp grass would smother nostrils.

Whoosh! A paintball went right past my face. I hurried over the hills and straight towards my friends- Splat! I got hit. Good thing I had a mask on because that would have hurt. We were at Paintball Arkansas, but it all started when we were at church.

When I awoke, the only thing I knew was, that the severed finger in my lap wasn't mine. In horror, using my sweat shirt sleeve I picked it up and flung it onto the seat beside me. I glanced around to get a bearing on my surroundings. I was sitting in the cockpit of a helicopter. The rain trickled through the broken, and bloodied windshield. The tree ahead had annihilated the front end of the chopper. I searched the chopper for any supplies I could find. I found a lighter , some manuals for operation, and maintenance of the chopper scattered on the floor. I had also discovered a backpack with a first aid kit. Concluding I had found everything, I attempted to exit the cockpit. A sharp burning pain radiated through my right leg. I fell harshly

A father holding the hand of his six-year-old spoke softly to him. The boy wept from fear. His father stroked the boy’s head and pointed to the skies. It was as though he was explaining something to him. The machine guns opened up. They and others fell backward into the dry riverbed.

I just stand there looking and feeling like I just wanted to run off the field, runners! Take your places, I heard a voice say I look and everyone was getting in the lane that was assigned to them I slowly walk to my mine, lane 1! I said to myself of all the lane I got the worst one, I have to run harder to catch up with the others. My stomach started to do a dance and I was so nervous. On your marks! Get set, my blood started to beat in my ears so loud I could hardly hear then the gun went off, I knew I was running has fast as I can go, I look to see where the other runners was, they were all in front of me I kept saying I can’t do this, I can’t do this and right in the middle of the field I just stop, and ran off the field to the girl’s locker room and cry for a while, my friend came looking for me she just put her hands around me and said I know, and it was alright, we just sat there not saying another word to each other, then she said ready to leave I nod. Everyone was outside waiting for us to come out, they all greeted me with a hug and a smile my coach came over to me and said he was sorry for what he put me through, I just look at him and he said your mom spoke to me. I look over to where my mother was she was smiling with her hand over her heart at

Then we all got up and played a little more. I watched my brother trying to do a bicycle kick (a soccer move when you do half a backflip,stick your leg out, and kick the ball with your extended leg) to kick the ball out of