Windy Day Narrative

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

oals, I thought to myself as I sprinted down the field, ball in my net. The scorching sun beat down on my back, as if trying to slow me down as I passed defender after defender, trying to score that next goal.

"I think you broke it. It looks bad." Matt sighed, he made a makeshift splint for my hand. "We will go to the clinic tomorrow to get it checked out." Matt informed. "Let's try to get some sleep." He nodded as he guided me to our small cabin. He helped me take off my shoes, jacket and helped me into bed. Matt climbed in bed beside me, before blowing out the lantern on his nightstand. His arms made their way around my waist, he pulled me close, careful not to hurt me.

“Grace, take the kick!” My coach yelled. My heart hammered in my chest, my palms sweaty. I scanned all of the people from my team and the other team in between me and the net. If I make this shot my team will win, but if I miss it, we will probably lose. The field grew silent. I eyed the corner of the goal, and then the white and blue ball. That is where I wanted the ball to go, now I just had to get it there.

Well.. the winner! Let's play,” their coach yelled, as they began to play. It was crazy, the whole time both teams were tied. It came down to the last, finale seconds. Anzly took a deep breath in and out, then gave her friend Jessica the nod, that meant, go. They raced down the field passing back and forth, Anzly was lined up for the shot, the only thing between her and the goal was open space. Although her legs, and feet felt numb and rubbery, she gave the last kick all she had left as the clock counted down, 4...3...2...1. The ball went soaring through the air, going so fast you could hear it as it zipped toward victory. The goalie didn't even know what was going on as it flew right past her head and pushed into the back net, scoring the winning goal! Everyone went nuts as they ran toward Anzly to congratulate her. Anzly felt a new sense of pride and confidence as she was lifted into the air and felt the cool breeze on her face. She heard the echoing of her teammates and friends cheering her

The other stuff? That stuff is irrelevant. Focus on your target and you’ll do much better, I promise. Someday, you’ll get there. It’s not going to get easier, you’re just going to get better.” he says after he retrieves the ball himself. I set the ball down and shut my eyes. I looked at the top right corner and focused on that exactly. The ball was wide again. How could I have missed? I did what I was told and somehow I was wide yet another time. I stayed at the school yard for hours that day, aiming for that same corner every time, but to no avail. Someday, I did curve it into that haunting corner. It wasn’t luck, but determination. It didn’t get easier, I just got better, just like my dad said I would. Even today, nearly 6 long years later, I can still hear his words echoing as if that monumental Tuesday afternoon was just yesterday. In my times of distress, I simply focus on my target and blur everything else out because nothing else is relevant. I may not achieve my goals the first time, but I will always try again. After all, it won’t get easier, but I will get better. My ultimate aspiration in life is the back of the opposing team’s net. To me, free kicks are easy opportunities I may get somewhere down the

“Alyvia!” yelled Elise, one of my teammates. I ran to the sidelines so she could sub in for me. My coach gave me a high five and told me to get a drink so I sat on the sideline and watched as my team struggled to get the ball back to our side. While I was playing I was warm, but now that I was on the sidelines I was freezing cold. All the parents were quite wrapped up in warm blankets, but all I heard was the wind howling and the ball bouncing on the

I inhaled deeply and smelt the freshly cut grass and the newly painted field that had barely any time to dry. I looked over at my teammate on the far right and nodded signifying that she would receive the ball from the middle player then pass to me. The whistle blew. I sprang into action. I sprinted towards the goal with every ounce of adrenaline I could muster. My teammate passed me the ball exactly like we planned. I dribbled towards the target with my head up, a skill my father always reinforced. My heart began pounding as I ran up to the opposing team's intimidating defense. They ran towards me, trying to overtake the ball from me. I ran as far as I could with the ball until I was surrounded by the defense, then I quickly passed it into the middle. The defense swarmed in the direction of ball as I dashed to the goal. "Pass it! I'm open!" I yelled to my teammate who currently had the ball, another skill my father would be proud of. She passed it across the field, and the defense began running to me. I saw the goal. Time seemed to stop. In that second that seemed like an eternity, it was just me, the ball, and the goal keeper. I looked across the goal to the right hand corner. "Take the shot!" I heard my dad scream from the stands. I collected all my strength and took the shot. My heart throbbed with anticipation as I looked at the ball fly towards the goal.

The game had finally came we were all very excited and can’t wait for the match to start. “Dude I can’t for the game to start” I said. “I know right this is going to be an amazing match” said one of my teammates.After a while the game finally started. “ Good luck” we say to the other team and they reply back with good luck as well.We start off strong with the ball passing and keeping possession of the ball.The other team finally

Passes were flying, brisk and beautifully, to their intended targets. The kicks, arched with perfection, barely kissed the ground before their departure was rocketed off in direction of the stark white goal posts. As I gazed around the field, I gathered this sense of calm from my team mates. The scoreboard counted down towards start of the game as the breeze whispered to me a silent farewell. But the breeze wasn't my concern at this point; we were about to play Richland center and I had a good feeling that today was going to be one to remember.

He craved nothing more than beautifully cut green grass that was painted with the distinct white accent of a soccer field. As the eight-thirty start time began creeping upon the Impact Select team, the head coach, Mark Farmer, signaled the team to begin its warm-up. At eight-twenty five, Coach Mark called the team in to say its prayer and discuss pre-game strategy. The referee blew his whistle and the teams rushed onto the field, while each player arrived at his position. After a look at his watch, the referee began the game and immediately Rylan received the ball. With the shouts from his teammates, the parents, and both coaches, Rylan struck the ball and curled it into the top corner putting his team ahead one goal to zero. The crowd erupted simultaneously with cheers, while the Impact team congratulated on of its captains for his tie-breaking goal. Next to be on the score sheet was the second captain, Brendan. He used his speed to easily set up a scoring opportunity and calmly places the ball into the bottom corner of the net increasing his team’s lead to two to zero. Even the Impact team itself was impressed by their quality of play. They seemed to be passing so well it was almost like there was not another team on the field. Brendan received the ball and in similar fashion to his first goal closed the scoring of the game to three goals to zero. The referee then signaled the end of the ninety minute shut

‘the ball wasn’t with the opposing team's player anymore, but where is it?’ I thought. My neck craned over to our goalie Grayson. But it was to late, they shot… And scored. Lee then lost

The bell rings at 3:25 and the fifteen varsity soccer ladies eagerly rush into the locker room to put on their soccer cleats and shin guards. They are so tired from the long school day, when they walk onto the field their spirits are low. Suddenly, a ray of light appears with perfectly blow-dried hair and an impeccable soccer outfit. It is their amazing coach, Jodi Asarch. She automatically cheers up the team by promising ice cream afterwards, no matter if they get mercy ruled or they tie. One of the most important lessons you learn by being on the team is that winning is not the ultimate goal, rather it is knowing you played your hardest and worked as a team. The team then discusses the word of the day and decides on “flexibility”. Varsity

Walter, my counselor, blew his whistle to signal the start of the game. Other kids already started frantically running across the dividing line and got their flags ripped off. Meanwhile, I stood vigilantly on my team’s side of the gym, scanning for a hole in the opponent’s defense. I felt like a sniper at war on a raging battlefield. The bodies started clearing on the other side so I seized my chance to strike. Without hesitation, I sprinted and weaved my way around the sweaty limbs grabbing at the flags around my waist until I made it to the football inside the safety box on the other side of the gym. All eyes darted at me - my teammates anxiously hoping for me to return with the ball, my opponents staring me down, ready to snatch my flags. “Give it to me,” demanded Naive Boy as he also nervously stood in the safety box. “Um, no,” I replied. Another kid came sprinting into the box, which thankfully allowed a distraction. In the next second, I bolted through enemy territory back to my side like Dash in the jungle scene of The Incredibles. I had just scored our team’s first point of the game which set the tone for the rest of our victorious afternoon. Some boys chipped in with scores and so did some girls. At the end of the day, it felt rewarding that such great team effort from all our players could translate into

When I woke up I could feel the cold ice pack against my left temple. Within seconds of my eyes being opened, nurses came running in to check my monitors. Pain radiated throughout my body. My right wrist and right leg were covered under a cast, and I had a neck brace around my neck. A thin, blonde nurse in a blue scrub asked, “Good morning, Dear. It’s nice to see you 're finally awake. How do you feel? Do you remember anything?”