Personal Narrative: Modern Day Stereotypes

It was grand Final day at the Wimborne sports ground my stomach was churning inside of me. I Stumbled to my hands and began to throw up in one of the shrubs in the car park. I was interrupted by dads laughing “You sissy stop begin a girl and get with your team we’ve got a grand final to win!” I replied back “Well actually dad if you remember, the only reason our team made it to the grand final was because of me” my dad just laughed and said “Sure, sure whatever you believe Aden”. The only reason dad named me Aden was because my dad believed that one day I would hopefully grow up as some tough rugby league super star like Greg Inglis or Sam Thaiday. But no I am nothing more than a sticker figure, with shorter hair and gleaming blue eyes. Every
Like my P.E teacher once said to the footy boys. “It’s blatantly obvious that you’re just trying to label girls with a modern day stereotype, which has been slowly adopted and accepted into contemporary society”. The only reason why we won last week was because I put my tiny body in front of the biggest player on the opposition’s team. Although I did get concussed, I saved my team from an obvious point scoring opportunity. My body managed to dislodge the ball from the forwards hand. Which helped set up the assist for my fullback to run the whole length of the field. Scoring the game winning try for our team which placed us where we are now. We were playing in the Northern state grand final it was Ash burn high against our school St.
Even a mathematician wasn’t need to figure out that Christy was running straight at her demise. Everyone on the oval could feel the ground shake as Christy edged closer and closer time slowed down the two forwards however, left a slight gap in there wall like defence. But Christy was no winger her body was too big to squeeze through the gap. Christy collided with the left and right shoulder of the two defenders the sound was indescribable it was like Loki and Thor going at each other in a marvels movie. The ball slipped out of Chrissy’s grasp, and came rolling to a stop on a fresh patch of grass. After possession was handed over to the opposition in the scrum. Ash burn high began one of their notorious counter attacks which was to draw defenders into the middle of the field whilst their wingers became unmarked leaving a gaping hole in any defending team. The only floor in this straight is that they have been doing the same move all season and somehow it still managed to get us almost every time, but this time I was ready. Instead falling for their trap, I waited for the cut out pass to come spiralling towards there right side