Descriptive Writing Hockey

1/21/14 Bumps and Bruises I'm tired and restless after a mentally draining day at school. There are blurred lights and angry drivers all around me as the tires of my car grind against the cold concrete. My dad pulls into the back parking lot and signals for me to get out of the car. I groan, knowing that I am in for a long practice, and slowly drag myself out of the front seat. I lug my hockey bags out of the trunk, and they become another nagging reminder of the grueling workout I'm about to face. My dad speeds away and I'm left alone, staring at the large, brightly lit building looming over me. The rink is in a low-income area, and beyond the cold, hard metal fence lies a dangerous neighborhood. The night air is warm and still,
He's one of the biggest on the team, and also the rudest and most intolerable. Him and I have always had problems, and he is quick to get on my nerves. As I let my bag drop to the floor, the corner lands on his foot and he jumps up angrily. He shoves me against the wall, wanting to instigate a fight. He looks at me with wild eyes, and waits for me to make my move. I stay quiet and still, as the rest of my team begins to gather around us. Ryan gets impatient with my lack of enthusiasm to engage in a fight, so he takes the initiative and gives me a solid punch straight to my stomach. I buckle over, coughing and trying to catch my breath. My teammates stand there helpless, and anxious about what will happen next. I pick myself up and stand to face Ryan, the anger and hatred that I have for him boils over and I lose control of myself. I tackle him to the ground, and together we get lost in a tangle of fists. He yanks my hair back, and I respond by scratching him across the face. We roll around on the cold floor, kicking, scratching, clawing, doing whatever we can to prevail. The rest of our team finally takes action, and proceeds to pry us