Personal Narrative-The Team Player

The Team Player It was 95 degrees, the hottest day of the year so far. In my left ear I hear kids laughing and parents talking about how nervous they are about the game. In my right ear I hear my team, there nervous too but not for the same reason as the parents. As I stare forward I see the straight lines of chalk going from home to first base and third. Without one speck of chalk out of place. “How do they get the lines that straight.” I wonder. I’m trying not to think of who’s going to be here any minute now. As i’m thinking though I hear the gate to the softball field open. She’s here. Kaylah. The “bigshot” who’s ALWAYS making sure people know she’s the best player on the team. “Hey guys” she says to us. “ Are you ready to see me hit another homerun today hahaha. No, no i’m just kidding around of course im going to hit more than just one... Well you all know that.” I roll my eyes. My names Samantha, i’m 13 years old and I LOVE sports, but i'm not what you would call “good”. Well i’ve never really been good at sports but I try them all, and everyone is super nice about it even if they lose because of me. Kaylah however, makes sure everyone knows when they're doing bad or needs to “fix” themselves. When the game started Kaylah of course
This is it, this is the game I finally show my skills. I feel like I had been waiting years for this, even though it's been only a day. Kaylah goes up to bat and gets a triple. Not what she usually does but still amazing. I wait for two more girls to go up. They strike out but it's finally my turn. Kaylah huffs as I go up because she thinks she will not be able to get home and score a run because i’ll strike out. She doesn’t know what I can do now. I step up to the plate, looking at my team then at Kaylah, she looking at me with disgust.“ I cant believe her, how dare she has no faith in me! In anyone! UGH” I