Personal Narrative: My Sophomore High School Football
That moment when your nerves are going crazy, mostly in his stomach as the butterflies scattered around the walls of his gut. When you don’t know if things will go how you expect them to. The whole time the only thoughts running through my mind were what can go wrong. Thoughts were bouncing in my head about his teammates going to war without him. I just can't understand why he had to let them handle it on their own. I've played with them since the eighth grade and they have to go fight when I'm needed the most, all I can do is sit, cheer, and help the best way I can. I truly hate the feeling of helplessness, but at the same time I know I have to do what little I can do. It was two days until the first game of my sophomore high school football season. My team was pumped! we were going to play Glenville a team that embarrassed us the previous, a battle we relentlessly prepared for since the last game of our freshman year. The sun was beaming off my pads, radiating the heat to make practice seem even worse then it already was. I was exhausted and looking forward to the end of my last sweat poring practice for the week. Our team was repetitively executing plays to make sure they were like second nature to us on Friday. Then, creating an unknown peace, Wheeler yells, "Last Play!" The
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"The doctor on call won't even look at him. He told me we would have to figure something else out. We are going to have to take him to the emergency room." The terrifying words, "Emergency Room" made my mind rush with thoughts like, "My season is over, my Sophomore year is ruined." "Let's try again!" I roared. I have always had a phobia of emergency rooms; nothing good ever comes from them. The coaches decided to yank my arm around one more time. Like a habit, I squeezed Coach Bates arm between my bicep and forearm like I was trying to pinch it
"The doctor on call won't even look at him. He told me we would have to figure something else out. We are going to have to take him to the emergency room." The terrifying words, "Emergency Room" made my mind rush with thoughts like, "My season is over, my Sophomore year is ruined." "Let's try again!" I roared. I have always had a phobia of emergency rooms; nothing good ever comes from them. The coaches decided to yank my arm around one more time. Like a habit, I squeezed Coach Bates arm between my bicep and forearm like I was trying to pinch it