Slippery Ice Short Story

We landed our axel and a new jump consistently, and a bliss came over us. Joy filled our bones and we finally felt free from the weight that was once upon us; however, two or so weeks later we lost both jumps and thus the longing to try again. We could feel the disappointment growing in our parents’ and coach’s faces. Heaviness grew upon us every time we stepped a foot into that ice rink, it was time to move on.

I was going to go! I promised myself, and my coach, that I would! I was really sweating, my face was seriously turning red, like I was eating a fireball! All of my teammates and coaches were all staring at me. I was so terrified and I felt like I was in the ocean with sharks surrounding me and going to eat me any second! “OK, this is silly” I told myself. ‘I 'm going for it!” I started to run in very slow motion and sped up, I started putting my hands on the ground and I could just see eyes staring right at me! I began to put my hands back, well they were touching the other side of my body, well very quickly lifting my body up from the ground and…… Finishing!! I could already see my friends coming to me and putting their hands out so give me a REAL BIG HIGH FIVE! Well my coaches were coming right after them! I seriously jumped up and down with the most excitement I’ve ever had! I was trying to get that for years I felt like! And guess what? I did it! Gladly,that was the last rotation before we got to go home! I was so thrilled to tell my mom

I was so excited while jumping up in the air because it was so awesome and I finaling can do this because I have been geeking out all year and my dad was so annoyed

My friends were also trying out for the field hockey team. Kylee asked, “How are you not nervous, I’m so nervous.” I just answered her, “I don’t know, I don’t really get that nervous.” Which is true I don’t get that nervous for really anything. In line 6th grade was in the back and then 7th grade was in front. Six of my anxious friends waited in line for me. Paige had said, “I want to go first just to get it over with.” My friends and I replied at the same time “okay”. Then I took a minute but we decided what the order would be for us to go in. 4 of my friends went in front of me and 2 went behind. While we waited in we were talking about how we would be sad if we didn’t make the team but so excited if we did.

“Just keep on trekking. We’ll get there in time.” I respond with the last breath I have. “We just need to keep on pushing, otherwise we’ll get caught and there’s no way they’re sending us back to that.”

As I ran towards my teammate the wind blew against my face. I had a steady pace and as I threw the ball towards her my stomach felt completely empty, my heart started to beat like I was sitting on a roller coaster, and my legs started to tremble. She hit the ball from the back of her lacrosse stick and BAM!

My tired feet were raw and bleeding, and I could feel the sweat gleaming on my face and back begin to turn cold. I had just finished my third and last ballet class of the night. It

Me and my team sprinted onto the smooth shiny ice. We all immediately started warm ups because we only had 3 minutes.

I was the last girl to walk on the floor and hit my starting spot. I felt a wave of heat as I walked into the

As we all headed outside to the football stadium, tension started to come through my whole body. My legs felt stiff and my hands felt as if water was running through my fingers. I was not prepared to walk across the stage. We practiced hundreds of times that morning but, it was just too hot to concentrate on what we were told to be doing. So much was going through my mind like, “What if I trip as I walk across the stage?” “Who all from my family is here?” “What am I going to eat afterwards?” I was starving because I had not eaten since 8:00 that morning. I stepped a foot onto the track circle and images went through my mind. Drops of sweat ran down my face and I tried not to look at the audience to keep myself from getting more nervous. As we stepped

Failing can happen with whatever, whether it's riding a bike, taking a test, talking to people, or just plain walking. The importance of failing is that the lessons we take from failure can be fundamental to later success. My people will tell stories on how they failed at something and then were able to improve from that. Well here's my story.

As I got ready to run, and jump off, Alyssa began to chant a count down, “5, 4,3,2,1!” I took a big gulp and started to charge forward I stopped just before I had to jump off. "I can't do it" I thought to myself. I couldn’t get over the fear of getting hurt. I’ve seen videos where a person cliff jumping landed in the water the wrong way, and got severely hurt. I just kept replaying that same video over, and over in my head. “Take a deep breathe, take a few steps back, and run and jump,” Alyssa shouted. “There's only one way down,” she said. I began to start taking slow steps back inhaling and exhaling. She suddenly began to chant again, I put myself in ready position “3, 2,1!”. “I’m just going to do it I'm not even going to think about it” I thought to myself. “Go!” she

Thinking back through my many years of hockey, many good and bad memories come to my mind. The first story was of me getting knocked over, keep in mind I don’t have a major recollection of this story besides the main parts because heck I was five. I was started skated at the age of four, according to my father, I was a pretty good skater. After a year or so of skating, I was skating at the arena and got knocked over by a high school player. After that moment I didn’t try skating again for years, but the love of the game ran through the blood of my family and me. Hockey called to me, and it would not be the last time I laced up a pair of skates.

My first time out on a skateboard was such a exhilarating experience. I was about 8 years old and wanted to follow in the footsteps of my bother. He was so cool to watch and I wanted nothing more than to be just like him, watching his tricks, the flips the air all on a board with tiny wheels. Finally the day had come I got the courage to ask him to show me the ropes, teach me to skateboard just like him. He brought me out to the street and helped me on the board and I started pushing around he suggested I try an ollie, a ollie is a combination of popping, sliding, and jumping on the skate all at the same time, I couldn’t even come close. I attempted and fell to the ground over and over again, but with the encouragement of my brother

Once a year my elementary school has a skate night. Me and my friends love this night because we all meet up there. You walk in the rink to smell the strong odor of smelly feet. Musics playing loud. Lights flashing. The snack bars to the right, bathrooms on the left, and in the middle is the skate rink. The counter to get skates is always very long.The workers look like busy bees trying to get skates out as fast as they can. There's kids zooming like cheetahs all around you. Each year there is one person that falls and breaks their arm, and when that happens, my mom usually makes me take a break from skating. I don't want to get off the rink but she calls my name and I cross my arms and skate off. There's a bench by the entrance where I saw