Should I do it? No I can't I don't have enough time. " Hey mom should I try out for softball," I scream to her. She didn't answer. She was in the shower and I couldn't be late to school, again. I hoped on my bike and began to ride. I couldn't get the topic of my mind. What if I didn't make it. I would be so embarrassed. I never want to feel that way. I wouldn't wish that against my worst enemy. I finally made it to school just on time. I quickly went over to the signups and grabbed a pen. I just stood there. Doing nothing. People were walking by staring at me but I didn't have enough energy to care. Softball was taking up my whole brain. I was stiff. My legs were slightly shaking. I could feel my head pounding. Harder and harder. I took a step away from the sheet. Would this be a big regret? I …show more content…
I was hoping she wouldn't hear because I knew if she heard she would be happy, way too happy. " Did you just say you were playing softball. That is amazing," she says. My mom was a pretty intense softball player. When she was a kid she was the all-star of every team. She dragged me in the car to get my new gear. On the way back she was talking about how good I would be because I had her genes. She can get like that sometimes. I was starting to get a little excited because it sounded like …show more content…
They were the next day. I had no idea what I was doing, but I did amazing for not knowing anything. I was playing shortstop for most of the time. I loved it. I was sliding from side to side, dropping back, running forward, and everything. It was so fun. I ended up actually liking softball so I tried my hardest to not get cut. "Girls I will put up who makes the team after tryouts," My coach tells us. I was confident that I would make it, but I really didn't want to get cut. That embarrassment would bring an end to me. I quickly ran into the locker room and got changed. When I came out the list was on the