Personal Narrative: My Best Football Player

Crack! I screamed as I fell to the ground in pain. My teammates rushed over to help me. Next thing I knew, I was on crutches for a week. {flash forward}

“Grace and Sammy, you're up!” My coach yelled over our small conversations. I got in the small grid, Grace smiled at me.I didn’t smile back because I didn’t want to show her how nervous I was. I knew what we were doing, with the two soccer nets at each out of bounds line. It was one on one. The one thing was that I was going against the strongest, oldest and most skilled player on the team. Oh no, I thought. Then, coach punted the ball into the air like a rocket taking off.

“Go, Sammy,go!” My rambunctious teammates yelled over and over again.

I ran for the ball trapping it at my feet. As soon as I controlled it, Grace stole the ball from me zooming to the other side of the field. In my mind I thought that if I won I would be the best player, so I sprinted back, I played defense waiting for her to make one bad move. Confidence built inside me but I needed to focus. She laughed as she put the ball between my legs. She ran past me, but I knew I was a faster runner, now I was on the side of her. She stopped slowing the
As my leg numbed I fell to the wet ground. The grass poked my back as I started to cry, tears quickly falling down my face, making my vision blurry. My teammates rushed over to both of us laying on the ground. My ankle was the size of the soccer ball when I looked at it. I tried to suck it up and stand up, but I fell. I watched as my coach picked up her phone and called my mom.Then, she ran back trying to settle me down. I remembered my brother hurting his right foot and sitting in the emergency room with him crying hard. He never liked using his right foot anymore for shooting, passing, and dribbling. More burning tears ran down my face. I sat up and stretched my ankle it hurt, I layed back down. I knew I had done something seriously bad to my