Personal Narrative: Five-One

You could tell my brother was screaming as much as he could with his small little lungs. I quickly ran over to our tiny bathroom wondering what was going on. There you could see my little brother using all his force to hold up my mom who had fainted on our cement floor. Even with the two of us repeatedly yelling at her to wake up, her eyes stayed closed. I began to really worry. I ran over to her bedroom and scurried through my blanket looking for my phone. As my sister dialed 9-1-1, I ran back into the bathroom where my brother was sobbing. My sister had already called my aunts and cousins over. They were all trying to help wake her up. They called out her name multiple times. They also hovered rubbing alcohol under her nose, in hopes of her waking up. I let my brother know that everything was going to be fine and that the ambulance would be here in no time to help my mom. I was shaking as I sat next to my brother helping him hold up my mom. My older cousin took our spots and helped sit my mom up.

So today I had soccer practice as I do ever Monday except this practice, my coach snapped at me. As a little back story, a few practices back, my coach yelled at me again. I was told to get a partner and a ball except both me and my partner got a ball so I told her I already have a ball. I said and I quote; “Ky I already have a ball.” Right after this was said, my coach snapped at me for not focusing and told me that he wasn’t in the mood. But today, he was explaining a drill and one of our balls was kicked onto another field so I turned around, waved my hand, and got the ball back to then pay attention again to what my coach was explaining. He, just like last time, got angry with me about how I wasn’t paying attention, when I was really just getting a ball.

“Go Spartans Go!” screamed the crowd as we took the field. I felt nervous, with sweat dripping from my face and my hands feeling moist. The moment I took my position, I felt destined to be the best player on the field and thought to myself, “I can do it.” It was my first start for my career as a varsity soccer player for Brookfield East. I wanted to make every opportunity count. I could smell the scent of the freshly cut grass and the aroma of the concession stand. The referee blew his whistle and we were off to the races. The first 45 minutes went by in a heartbeat and I was exhausted. 5 minutes after halftime, the unthinkable happened. As I was sprinting for the ball, my knee gave out and twisted beneath me. I fell in an instant and I felt

My bad side and my good side said to me at the same time, “Let me at him.” I decided to let both my sides one him but more of my good side. I slid into the kid and the reff said nothing but the kid and the parents were yelling and staring me down. Nearing the end of the first half the team had connected passes starting with me and Alex had the fist goal of the game. We ended the first half with the score 1 to 0 us. Our coach told us that we needed to connect passes better and not let those three kids behind us.

I show up to the first practice.Nobody talking with there brand new gear.We begin shooting on the goal.We start doing drills that when you pass it you say your name.Basic stuff.I realized we were not all that bad .Our team is pretty good.One problem.Our coach.He was the worse coach i ever had.He didn’t know anything about soccer.He became a coach

But he knew that I was in pain, so he then gave me a piggy back ride back to our training field. When he placed me back down I was able to walk on my ankle, but I was limping like a wounded soldier. Everyone came to see if I was ok and I told everyone I was fine. We then had to elevate my foot while placing ice on it. My coach told everyone to run another warmup lap while I was calling my parents to pick me up not knowing what was actually wrong with my foot. When I got home I saw that I wasn’t even capable of moving my foot. All I felt was agony. I also noticed that my foot was at an angle. It looked like a sad willow tree. When my mom got home she looked mad at me like what I did was my fault, that I injured myself. My mom never liked that I did cross country because of how dangerous it is. So all she wanted to do was verify her point that it was wild. Now remember when I said

After 45 minutes passed, we came to the coach and were waiting for the lineup. He showed us and the first thing I noticed was that I wasn’t on the starting lineup. I was confused. We went through the game and won, but I had only played about half of the game. I didn’t understand. The next game came, and I saw that, once again, I wasn’t starting that game. I was starting to get annoyed. After the game, we won again, but this time, I only played about 20 minutes. I started to get frustrated because every game, I had played less and less. I didn’t know why I wasn’t getting the playing time I earned throughout the year. As the tournament progressed, I got 20 minutes, then the next game I got 15, then 10, 10 again. We were winning but I hated not being on the field. Our team earned a spot in the semifinals. It was a late night, and we were at a turf field with stadium lights on. The environment made the game intense but I hated it because I sat on the bench all but 5 minutes. We ended up winning 1-0, therefore, moving on the championship game. I hated this and my parents didn’t understand why I sat so much either. They emailed my coach about the problem and the next day when I

My knee was in so much pain I almost cried, normally I don’t really cry. Although I really wanted to continue playing, I was not going to make myself be vulnerable for even more damage to my knee. The next day, I told my mom I couldn’t handle the pain anymore and I need to go to the doctor. While I was at the doctor the only thing I could hope for was that it would not be something serious. After the doctor had done the x-rays they said that I had sprained my knee, and that I would have to use crutches for a week. The doctors also told me that I should not do any physical activity for two weeks and that I should not put any weight on my knee. In my mind I was thinking there is no way that I am going to use crutches. When I told my coach she said “I hope your knee gets better”, because I was not able to play I continue to support my team since I had made a commitment. A few days later my team has a game and they can't find any line judges so coach decide to ask me, knowing that I can’t put a lot of weight on my knee she tells me “you’re going to line judge unless you can find someone else to do it!”, I reminded her that I will not be able to line judge if I want my knee to get better I can’t be putting a lot of weight on

I am sitting on the bench, anxious wanting to go back in the game. The score was 3-2, we were winning, but the game was close. Fourth quarter comes fast and I’m ready to be put back in the game. Rage is going through my body as I want revenge for what was done to me. My blood starts to boil as the other team scores tying the game 3-3. I go to my coach begging for him to put me back in the game. At first he hesitates to put me back in the game, but after a few minutes of thinking he puts me back in the game, taking a player out. I go back to my defensive position and the game

Standing in the blow up tunnel as the band stands at the entrance of the run through, they give the final note and we break through the entrance as our fans cheer on their boys. The game seemed to progress faster and faster as we finally score a touchdown and the crowd goes wild. Now it was my turn to add to the score I come out on the field for the extra point. The snap and hold are good but I pull my body through too much and drill the side of the goal post. Right when the ball sounded against the goal post my confidence seemed to drop lower than it has ever dropped before as I miss my first extra point of the season. Running off the field my coach asked me what went wrong and I told him I just pulled it and to my surprise he wasn’t even mad at me as he knew my nerves were up. The game continued to progress and before I knew it, it was already half time and we were up by a touchdown. The third quarter seemed to go just as fast as the rest

We were only 20 minutes into the game when things turned bad. My team had possession of the ball, the ball came rolling in my direction and I knew I had to go into this tackle. Being the aggressive player I am, I went into it full speed with the girl on the other team not knowing what was about to happen. I heard a crack and tumbled over onto my side in agony not knowing what I’ve done. I slowly get up seeing if I can put pressure on my ankle that is already swelling up like a balloon. I wince in pain as I slowly walk of the field so the game can continue on without me. As the game goes on I keep telling myself and my team i’m fine so they put me back into the game even though it hurt so bad and I couldn’t even believe I could walk on it. As the game comes to an end I wobble off the field and go home after playing

We had our warmups on the ice which woke most of the players on my team up and then the game started. Since I wasn’t playing this game I ran the penalty box which just meant that I opened the door to the penalty box every time someone on my team got a penalty. The other team scored a goal in the first period so at the end of the first it was 1-0 we were losing. The second period had lots of action, our team got two penalties and the other team got one. They scored another goal on us but then we struck back with two. The goals were scored by Trayce and Gordy, who was the assistant coach's son. Going into the third period we were all awake now and our coach was ready to

I was able to hear my mom freaking out, my coach yelling at the ref for the illegal tackle, and my teammates coming over to help with looks for terror on their faces; but, I was too absorbed in this to fully understand what had happened. As a result, amid the confusion, I remember standing back up and walking normally back to the sideline as if nothing had happened. I wore a smile as my nerves caught on fire and I started to over analyze every sensation surrounding my leg internally. I remember feeling the grass burn on my opposite shin and thinking that it couldn’t be too severe if that hurt more. I remember thinking that I couldn’t possibly have this severe of an injury. Not after consistently training for soccer and basketball. Not after finally getting recognition for both by colleges. Anytime I revisit the memory, I tend to review multiple different times throughout the course of the injury and recovery process. I first come to the exact moment the injury

I was playing a game one practice the game that we always did that season,we were playing a practice game.I was doing great I was bumping the ball over the net,and we did that till my Coach said he's was going to add to the game.

As we prepared for the first game of the season, everyone had energy, worked hard, and displayed confidence. From the drills we did in practice, coach told me I would be playing back row for one of my teammates when she rotated from the front row to the back row. I am ecstatic because I have the opportunity to play. During the summer I put in the time to make myself better. I ran twice a week and went to multiple camps to work on perfecting my sets. After the first game everything went very well. I had a total of fifteen set assists and played half the time, compared to my friend who played all around and only had