Personal Narrative

“Not exactly,” she replied, unable to meet Toms gaze, “You can wear shoes but your trainers don’t conform to the requirements for the guys here.”

She first tried on a plain black skirt with ruffles at the bottom that fell to the middle of her thigh. “I wonder if wearing skirts are popular at this school?” she mumbled under her breath. She quickly changed into shorts that seemed to be so old that she couldn’t even remember when she’d bought them. “What if showing my legs are a bit much for the first day,” she mumbled again. “I’ll just play it safe by slipping on

“I have no choice but to be partnered with him. However…” I glanced down at the cut up jeans and plain white blouse I had on. “My clothes do seem a little bumish today. Maybe I should get rid of these.”

My heart pounding in my chest, my hands shaking, as goose bumps devour my body. I get the ball and I fall to the ground, landing flat on my back as I try to pass the ball to another person. I hear roars of laughter as I see my leg straight in the air and the ball on the ground next to me. I look over at the Coach as he frowns at me and looks away. I start to roll off the field. I hear the siren as I start to limp home with my hand on my back. I try to run the rest of the way, but my leg won't budge so I limped.

"I'm only concerned about your well-being. You look too hot in that, so you should probably take it off." Whoa. Steve was obviously TOO comfortable in Tony's presence.

The man named Erol, clapped his hands and grinned. “Good answer, Theo, my boy. Let’s start with testing your willingness to play. Take off Carly’s shirt.”

After school started, I carpooled to work with Allen since our class schedule ended at the same time. Western Supermarket was the primary grocery store in our community, so it wasn’t a surprise that our work clothes were stored in matching grocery bags. Each day we’d arrive at warehouse, clock in, and go change into our work clothes. The locker room we used was ancient, covered with grime and crude graffiti. On top of the locker room was a storage space where no one had ventured in decades. Muncher convinced Allen to throw my bag of clothes up on top of the locker room. This would make me climb up the ladder to face down our speculation of mutant rats and possibly more dead bodies and thereby balance the ledger for many of my petty pranks. It didn’t take much convincing before Allen agreed. He went to the locker room, grabbed the bag with my name on it and proceeded to throw it toward the gloomy top. Because his first attempt fell short, he chose to windmill his arm and let the bag go at the apex. Unfortunately the top of the bag had come open so as the grocery bag arced into the air heading toward the top of the locker room, clothes began to spray out. A t-shirt went in one direction while a sock spun the other way. As the t-shirt floated back down to land in the grime and grease, Allen said, “That looks just like…. Hey! That is MY t-shirt! Hey! Those are my clothes!” I had

“Thank you for the advice, but why did you refuse to join us in checking over them then?”

“You…look different. Your hair seems shorter that way. Oh, and you don’t seem like as much of a brickhouse when you’re in those,” Benard gestures to his pajamas with a smirk, though it seems playful rather than degrading, “than when you’re in a suit.”

What my Coach added was we had to do three rounds per rotation,we did that till I was in the front middle.My Coach throws the ball to me I try to hit it I miss.”It's alright.” My Coach says understandingly,I shake off all the worries

“What do you mean?” I asked. Before he answered, he ran off into a dark alley. He turned around and smiled, then ran into the

“I’m sure we’ll find some form fitting clothes for you. After all, we don’t want a bull’s horn getting caught on your clothes while your jumping over it.” The Spaniard said as he laughed heartily.

“Um if you want to do that you go ahead, but you do that in your shower.” Harry said awkwardly.

"Yeah, right!" said Coach half laughing. "Let's just continue to shoot around until the clock is running, OK girls." So I grabbed a ball out of the steel cage in the corner of the gym and started to fling it towards the hoop. "Jaclyn, would you come here for a minute?" asked Coach Moore in a serious tone.

Jaden`s mom yells “two more points ladies” Avery Kuehl goes to serve. Avery aces the other team! We all run and jump and give her a high five. I yelled “One more point!” Avery went back to serve. The ball went over the net, one girl yelled “Mine!” and passed it over the net. I jumped an passed it over, but the ball went out of bounds. My mom said “don 't jump when you pass, stay low and use your legs.”