Personal Narrative: The Team That Changed My Life
I held my breath to avoid the harsh taste that lodges deep into my lungs from the bus exhaustion. I walked onto the cold mustard colored bus and saw my friend Anna sitting on the rough piece of plastic they call a seat. She sat arms crossed shivering to the negative two degree wind chill, the only thing keeping her warm was a red ball of yarn that rested on top of a black woven beanie. I waved hello and sat adjacent to her to avert the temptation of conversation, we weren't allowed to talk on the way to games. I shoved my tangled up headphones into the depths of my ears to drown out the silence on the bus. I searched through my music on itunes for a playlist that consisted of country music because hard core rap makes me too anxious. I watched the glass windows fog up as I took one last deep breath before I zoned out. It was almost game time. It was about 20 minutes to our destination to play Evanston Township, or E- Town, or a team that scared us half to death. Now this team was no New Trier, but we still had some major beef with this team. This time last year we had parents from both sides, flood
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“Yes Coach Smith!?” I tried saying with complete excitement to cover up my anxious nerves.
The whole bench was now glaring at me. I started to get myself pumped up by saying motivational words in my head, “Can you hand me a water?” Coach Smith asked.
My heart collapsed right there and then. My face that was once a color of rose turned blood red from embarrassment and my hands grew into fists of anger that sit still besides my waist.
I used all the energy I had built up to run back to the water stand and hand him a cup of water. I didn't know how to react, so I slowly walked back to my seat where I sat back down next to my teammate Anna, and realized the only thing I could do was laugh hysterically at the thought that I was going
“Yes Coach Smith!?” I tried saying with complete excitement to cover up my anxious nerves.
The whole bench was now glaring at me. I started to get myself pumped up by saying motivational words in my head, “Can you hand me a water?” Coach Smith asked.
My heart collapsed right there and then. My face that was once a color of rose turned blood red from embarrassment and my hands grew into fists of anger that sit still besides my waist.
I used all the energy I had built up to run back to the water stand and hand him a cup of water. I didn't know how to react, so I slowly walked back to my seat where I sat back down next to my teammate Anna, and realized the only thing I could do was laugh hysterically at the thought that I was going