The Day Of The Big Game

“Hurry up, guys,” I yelled to my sister and mother. “Y’all are going to make me late!” It was October 4th, the night of the homecoming football game. The game started in fifteen minutes and we hadn’t even left the house yet. The frustration I had toward them kept growing inside me until I decided to leave without them and make them drive separately. I jumped in my car and quickly headed to the game despite the pouring rain. Certain rash decisions that are made throughout life can never be forgotten because they make such a huge impact in our lives. Sometimes something that seems horrible at first, may benefit you in the long run of life. The decision I made that night, turned out to be the one that I will remember forever.

I could taste the snow in my face. I could feel my stomach curl straight into a knot as I plummeted straight down in the snow. Just then, I hit some kind of rock. My sled tipped up, I left the air. I could hear the crack of my sled. I was flipping straightforward. I saw the snow that my face was about to crush as my sled broke into two pieces and I was on the piece that didn’t land upside down. Although I had survived this I was only about halfway down the hill, and I was about to hit the ramps. I could hear the whip of wind as my head hung over the broken sled. As I tried a weak attempt to steer the sled away from the ramps I tasted someone's sled that had been abandoned. As it hit me in the face I felt my sled hitting a ramp. I plummeted up in the air. I was high up, I saw my life flash by my eyes. Then I heard crash of my sled back onto the ground. There was someone next to me in a sled with a rope. I could smell the cold on the the rope. He threw the rope to me. But it was a bad throw. I saw the rope hit a bump in the snow. His sled slowed down and and stopped with the end of the rope. I tasted the dropped of water coming from the snow. I smelled nothing but the cold air, just then, I held my sled crash into the icy lake at the bottom of the hill. The lake was frozen solid, but I still heard little cracking sounds each time I stepped. When I was walking back, I heard my mom screaming my name. I heard the roar of her car

I could hear my breathing as if it was a voluntary action. As I saw my mom car come screeching into the driveway, she rushed out, I ran up to her as I tearfully asked, "Is he okay?" With hesitancy and a sorrow- filled voice she said, "He's dead," I screamed over and over again, "No, no, not my brother! Anyone but him!" and I broke down crying, I felt as if I was paralyzed, I felt like I was suffocating; as if a giant hand was clamped around my heart, I wanted to run, I wanted to scream, I wanted for it to not be

It was just a normal gameday Saturday for the Nebraska Cornhuskers. Me and my charismatic dad woke up at six in the morning, just like usual. The opening season game always cheered me up. All week we had been setting up the tailgate in my dad’s truck. There was nothing better than a day like that day, at least, for the first part. We went to the Caseys for breakfast, which is a tradition. Well, at least for us it is tradition. Eventually we started our one hour drive down to the Memorial Stadium in Lincoln, Nebraska, enjoying our warm breakfast pizza and talking about our score predictions for the game.

I decided to sit in the front as the navigator alongside with my father having possession of the wheel. As my father was driving, my sister was explaining why she is so excited to watch the movie. My sister then proclaimed, “It’s a movie that is based on the novel written by Suzanne Col--.” At that moment my sister stopped midway through her conversation, pointing with fear at a motorcyclist having blood gushing through his leg. The man glanced deep into my eyes, and I thought in my mind that will never happen to me. It was a tragedy when I observed the accident, and I was acting a bit too conceited. Two miles had passed the traffic from this accident was tremendous, a full stop. Luckily, my father spotted in the corner of his pupil that the nearest lane to the sidewalk was accessible, and nobody was driving on it surprisingly. We went ahead to move to the right, changing lanes carefully to reach the lane. At that instant, my dad then increased speed to 45 miles per hour to get to the theatre slightly quicker. As we were advancing through this lane at immense speed, a Toyota Civic with a brown tint then tried to change lanes. My dad was furious that he did not want the car to cut him off when it was his right of way. My dad then commented with a temper, “No!” Stomping on the gas pedal, he increased his acceleration to a rushing 75 miles per hour to prevent the car from cutting us off. The car continued to change lanes carelessly without a turn signal. At that moment, all I remembered was glass being shattered everywhere. My heart then stopped, and I was whiplashed with massive force having my head collide with the dashboard. Furthermore, all I saw was pitch black, and I did not know what was happening. After six minutes have passed, I regained some consciousness, shaking my head and trying to gain coordination with my eyes. All that I could hear is an old woman’s voice with

I stayed inside my house because I felt my life would be in danger if I stepped out. Thirty minutes later, the big armor ambulance with Christmas colored sirens came in a rush. The Paramedics took the man on a stretcher and left to the hospital. One of my neighbors told me who got shot, and his name was Alex. I completely broke down and especially mentally. My knees were on the ground, my hands over my face, and my whole body was shivering. In my head the world was moving in slow motion and you can actually see my tear drop crash into the ground. How the tear scatters its particles on the dirt and instantly becomes soggy. Suddenly, I just woke up like I was having a terrible nightmare and adrenaline rushing through my body. I ran to my Honda Civic car like there was no tomorrow. Quickly I turned it on and press the gas pedal, leaving burn marks on the ground. I really felt like I was in a race because I was hitting around 70 MPH while passing street

Throughout the day all we did was pack and move our room's into the van with everything packed we went for our 8 hour drive to Little Creek Vermont. I never realized how far from civilization we would be. When we finally get there I jumped out of the car excited to get out of the car and to go exploring new land and the house. I heard someone yell “WATCH OUT!” by the time I heard them and turned around to see what I need to move for it hit me literally hit me right in the face. I got knocked straight off my feet to the ground as I let out a yelp feeling the pain from the contact grabbing my face feeling some blood on my hand when I grabbed my face. All of the sudden I felt my body tingle when someone put their hand on me and helped lean me up. I heard this deep male voice that sent chills down my spine. I couldn't help myself

“OH MY GOSH!” my mom yells. I woke up after the crash and checked to see if everyone was okay. I was fine just a little scratches and cuts all over my body, but I don't think any broken bones. It made me have a flashback of a while ago when my dad (John) and my mom got into a car wreck back in 2003. It was a really bad wreck, but luckily the both of them were okay. I stopped day dreaming and checked on my mom, she was fine too, just scratches and cuts. I looked behind me to check and see if Tyler was okay. He wasn't awake still. People got out of there cars surrounding us and checking to see if everyone was okay. The semi flipped upside down across the road and the other car right besides us. I screamed with fear when I seen Tyler was not waking up. I yelled at mom to call 911. Ambulance started showing up everywhere and cops. A helicopter had to fly down, because so many people were dying. I went and got one of the people from the ambulance to come get Tyler out of the car. They hurried him to the hospital as me and mom rode in the back of the ambulance with him. They said he still had a pulse, but of they don't get him there soon he may not make

A few hours later right around the time the Super Bowl was about to be played, a knock came at my door. When I opened up the door, Peyton Manning was standing there. “Come in, Come in,” I said with a smile. “The game is about to start. There are food and drinks for you and the other guests on the bar over there.”

I feel as if it has been days but I know it has only been a few minutes. At moments like this I like to daydream. I've been doing a lot of that lately. My mom says daydreaming is just a way to distract you from reality or “the real world.” My thoughts were rudely interrupted by the yelling of what appeared to be a masculine voice. I didn't know what they were screaming but I knew that it couldn't be something good. Moments later I felt a rough jerk causing me to fly forward. I couldn't keep track of what was going on because everything was happening so fast. I felt a sharp pain in my head. My vision began to get dark. Darker and darker.. Soon it was all black and my body was numb.

After paying our way to get in, my dad and I found our seats. It was my birthday and my father had a special treat in store. He had gotten us front row seats, a very rare occasion for me. “Son! Let’s go, the game is about to start,” said my father. We excitedly rushed down to take our seats. The players were finishing their warmup

It felt like an eternity before my dad came to help me. Even with his help I could barely get up. It was like as if I was a prisoner to the sidewalk, unable to be freed. It all seemed like a battle between my dad and the sidewalk, him trying to free me. Finally he got me off the ground and my body was in so much pain. I looked down and saw that my hands, arms, legs, and chin were all cut up and I saw that I had left little spots of blood on the sidewalk.

The only thing I could see was what I thought was just the inside of my eyelids, completely dark, but then it was like I could see a faint white light that grew brighter and greater. In the distance I could hear a voice of a man, and a woman screaming. It’s like I got the feeling to run to the light where I heard the woman screaming. She seemed in great pain and I wanted to do whatever I could to help her. It felt like either the light was getting closer or I somehow was moving towards it. The light was so bright, yet I was able to see some faint objects. I saw the face of the terrible man that I thought was doing harm to the woman. His face was so blurry, the air was extremely cold as if I were in antarctica, and in an instant I felt pain

I woke up on a Friday morning I was four years old, I ran out to where my family was gathered. It was normally, my mom just had made breakfast the usual bacon, eggs, and grits with a cup of orange juice. My family ate breakfast all together, however there was an awkwardness in the air, for my sisters had sneaked out of the house to go to a party that my dad and mom had said no too. As the conversation continued on, It became seven twenty and my sisters had to leave for school. So they went outside and their friend picked them up and went down the street towards the high school. I went back inside finished my breakfast as my parents and other older sister sat there and talked about the whole ordeal and what they should do about it. As they talked the phone rang, when my father picked it up it was the sheriff. Beginning nosey I listened up to their conversation and heard the officer say something about a crash. My parents immediately reacted as my dad said my sisters had been in a crash and it did not look good. My parents loaded me up into my car seat. Still not knowing what had happened I thought my sister Kez was late for school. I soon realized that this was not so for they turned right away from the school. Heading down a worn down california street about a mile out of the city limit. I soon saw a crashed car that had been left nothing rubble. The debris of the crash had littered the street for about a hundred feet in every direction this was made up of glass and

We got all bundled up and headed of the slopes. This is my first time skiing and I have no clue how to do it, but I went for it. At first everything was going good, but then things took a turn. I couldn’t stop, but I told myself not to fall because I knew I would be even colder. I Just kept going and going and going until, I was on the ground. I had no idea what was happening I was in so much pain, not knowing where my family was, or what had happened to me. I start yelling for my mom, soon I see her running faster than I’ve ever seen someone run before. Panting, she tells me not to look at my legs, to move, or to think about it. My dad and brother saw us and ran over really fast to see what had happened. That’s when the ambulance was finally called.