Personal Narrative: The Game To Remember

The day the team got together and fought threw a tough battle facing pinnacle high school. It was our second home game and our record was 1-2. After all of the hard work we had put in over summer, we realized we could not lose, especially in front of our home crowd. At the beginning of the game we did our usual warm-ups, I have never felt so much adrenaline pushing threw my veins in my life. After the warm-ups the whole team got in a big huddle, we chanted a chant that will never be forgotten and one day make history for the pride. After the chant we got ready for kick-off, lined up and ready to go. The crowd started cheering at the first 2 seconds of the game “go pride go, go pride go”. This made the whole team nervous, not just because there was so many

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

I got off the bus in a hurry to get some fresh air because that bus was filled with New York air. I saw the field that we were going to play on and we slowly walked up to the field. All of us were nervous to put on a show. We all had butterflies in our stomachs.

My uniform colors were navy blue and gold and our mascot was a lion. Then, I just stood there in the locker room fidgeting with my hands because the anxiety started to accelerate. After The Lady Lions dressed into their uniform we went into the gym to practice before the other team arrived at my school. About twenty minutes later the team we were playing against arrived. They were the Bulldogs. The school colors on their uniform were red and white. Coach Adams called our team over and told us where everyone would be standing on the volleyball court. Coach Adams also told us to call the ball because it will prevent an accident and told us to have a good

As we traveled from Winner to Rapid City, we made many stops, from Pine Ridge to the Bad Lands. As we pulled into Rapid I started getting excited but also getting a sick feeling to my stomach, like stomach had butterflies but also was in knots. As we got to the Civic Center, I was more nervous than excited, then I saw some old hand game friends and went to scrimmage with them. As my team and I were scrimmaging my sponsor was in a meeting, a few minutes later, being team captain or head guesser, I

“JV Defense” yelled our coach, with time ticking down in the final quarter of the championship game. We were playing in the championship game against Portsmouth. We were both good, but we were better. We had played them twice that year, we won one and they won the other. We were in the locker room and about to walk onto the field. We walked onto the massive field, and as I looked around at the giant stadium with “tons” of fans in it. I could feel the stadium closing in on me.

Just so you know, this is the Big Apple and I rule this town. New York City is filled with tall buildings, great culture, and historical sites. No other city has so much beauty that it takes your breath away; yet, there is a real danger that lurks on the streets. I should know because I am Detective Michael Morgan a United States Super Spy in charge of capturing dastardly villains who are set on destroying our world. Armed with mind-altering powers, Alex Higgins is on the top of the FBI’s list of the ten most wanted men in America. This thug is one of the greatest danger to our world and must be captured and jailed in the vault of death. There is no place safe for him to hide from the law and rumor has it, he is in my town. You break the law here in New York City, you pay the ultimate price: freedom.

“Ah. The championship game,” I said to Grace, one of my best friends, during warm-ups for our biggest lacrosse game yet.

The cheer of the crowd and the laughter of the kids in the air were the only things reminding me that it was just a game. Eight and a half innings, seven pitching changes by both teams, twenty-seven runs scored in all, and we were still losing. The sweat came dripping off my nose and forehead like melting ice. My eyes stung, and I could barely keep them open due to the bright rays of the sun beating down on the dirt and grass, the baseball diamond seemingly larger than it had been eight and a half innings ago. My coach’s whisper rang through my ears. “Only if you think you can,” he said so softly that I had to almost lean in to hear what he said. I was on third base, with the winner of the game was being decided by one out. We had made

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

Nothing was going well: the cool breeze caused us to “spray the ball” over the fence, the obnoxious football players frightened me with their persistent cry for help, the tennis balls’ freshness and pristine presence quickly vanished. As I glanced over, I saw a slender body, with speckles of gray bellowing at us, slowly trotting over with a blank expression. I was thinking, “Aw man, he’s gonna come over here and yell at us or tell us the same old “give me 110%” or “stay focused.’” A Northwestern graduate (wise beyond his years) , a basketball and tennis player (athletically gifted) , our coach’s words enchanted us with delight and captivated our attention. With a grin on his pale pink face and a sparkle in his glimmering eyes, he let out an optimistic sigh while saying, “You guys just gotta battle. I don’t care about the score anymore. Just gotta love the battle no matter what

Kids make a tunnel and talk rapidly back and forth to each other as the adrenaline fills them. We slowly start to walk forward as the beat gets louder. Band members click their drum sticks on the rims of their huge round drums. The crowd claps to the beat. Goosebumps begin to form on my arms as a chill runs down my loose spine. The smoke machines turn on and a dense white cloud fills the air. I scream, “Let’s go!” as we take off through the tunnel of kids. The only thing racing through my mind right now is how I will do anything I possibly can to beat that guy across from me. I will play harder than them. Running faster than ever before, I effortlessly stride out through the banner as the crowd booms with cheer. Adrenaline runs from my tall black socks, up to the annoying orange mouthguard, that I have sucked onto my clenched teeth. The student section flings flour into the air, and we jump in a huddle as we start our day by day chant, led by John. We repeat after him, “Day by day, we get better and better. We can’t be beat, won’t be beat, we are the West Delaware Hawks.” After one of the greatest warm ups and entrances in the state of Iowa, I am physically and mentally amped to go and win another football

Life really doesn't like to tell you what's ahead; sometimes it's nice and gives you a little hint, sometimes life replays itself so at least there's some familiarity in it, but most of the time my life seems out of my control. As a fifteen year old many people would hear me say this and scoff saying I don't have 'real' problems, or I don't know what the 'real' world is like. On one hand they're right, I shouldn't know what the 'real' world is like, most fifteen year olds are thinking about what picture they Instagram is a 'real' world problem. But being the not-so-average teenager, I do know what this so called 'real' world is.

Two minutes left as soon as I was put in I went to the center where I played. Thirty seconds left and it was an tied game the goal was about ten feet tall so I could touch it and hang on to it. I yelled for Chloe King to past me an a-hoop which is knows as an alley hoop. As she past me the ball I jumped up and touch the rim when I fell back my whole leg was under my knee twisted I hiss in pained and that's when the crowd went quiet. I heard my mom's voice until I blacked out, an day after that I found out I tore some of my acl and have to wear

On Wednesday August 26, 2015 in 4th period I was in Coach Hardwick’s class. After lunch we were walking back to the locker room I was wearing a blue shirt with khaki shorts, green and orange Under Armour socks with neon Roshes. When I cut the corner to go to the locker room I knew something bad was going to happen. Before I knew it I went into the dark locker room and got pushed into the clothes cart.