Agnes Iwin: A Short Story

I grip my lacrosse stick with my hands shaking and sweat rolling down my face. My eyes are locked on my girl’s belly button, nothing else. She stood six feet tall with frizzy blonde hair, and was pure muscle. Everytime she made a jolt I would jump and be with her the whole time, not a step behind. All I knew about my girl was based off my observations and the fact that she is Agnes Irwin’s best player and a senior committed to a very high level division one program, UVA. I, An eighth grader not even thinking about college, knew I wasn’t close to her level. Colleen, my coach, came up to me the day before the game to notify me I would be faceguarding Agnes Iwin’s best girl. Face guarding is extremely difficult and nerve wracking. If you lose your girl for a second she’s going to get the ball and score, and you really have no one to blame but yourself. I’m not the best player on my team and I’m not the best
I had to get up and chase down my girl, it was my duty. I couldn’t let my team down. I get right on her pushing myself to now stay with her. She has the ball. I give all my energy to stop her from going to the cage. She quickly dodges and blows right by me. I see the back of her ponytail and I knew I misplaced my feet. I was on my heels. I run as fast as I have ever run and thrash my stick forward to check her. My stick hits the top of hers for a clean black check. I race after the ground ball. I bend as low as I can making sure I don’t miss, and I sprint to the attacking side of the field. As I run it over the attacking line, the buzzer beeps. The game was over, we lost. I jog off the field leaping into Colleen’s arms. I didn’t care that we lost, I had my best game. It took all the confidence and everything in me to step up to the plate and I couldn’t have done a better job. Colleen gripped me tight breathing so hard placing her forehead against mine. We both couldn’t contain our