Personal Narrative: Soccer At Home

Jessica runs down the field, towards to goal. She can feel the wind rushing past her. She lifts her foot up and swings at the worn out soccer ball. The ball just slips past the goalies gloves and hits the back of the net. That’s what she craved, except that feeling was separated by the feeling of her parents saying that she had four F’s and a D on her report card. “I know this report card didn’t exactly pass with flying colors but this season has me crammed with drills and skill building exercises,” Jessica said with a convincing look in her eye. “Flying colors,” yelled Jessica’s mother. “Flying colors you say. You barely passed period.” “I can make a good career out of soccer.” “You need another job to fall back on. Soccer is not going
Jessica did not want to tell her coach she couldn’t play, that would crush him. After school that day she had to go to practice. “I just do not get how your mom could say that even if soccer is your life.” said Jessica’s best friend Kaslyn. “I know right. Soccer is everything to me. I can’t just not play soccer.” “I guess you will just have to get your grades up.” “I guess.” Jessica walked off of the field towards her mom’s car and left having a sick feeling in her stomach from the thought of not being able to play. Over the course of the next few months, Jessica has been able to bring her average up from a F to a D. She was getting there but she had to be at a B or better in 3 months. Keeping soccer was her top priority, so she obviously worked hard to keep her grades good. Every test Jessica would do better and better. It’s funny because right as Jessica got her average up to a C and her big test is coming up in geometry. Jessica would spend hours and hours studying for this test. Jessica would usually get to practice at least 30 minutes early to hang out with her favorite people but now she barely got there on