I rushed down the basement stairs excitedly and grabbed a football. I glanced up the steep stairs to see three crazy people running down.“Scott you're on my team, Christian and Drew you're on the other team. Kretzschmars vs. Rickels! Blue forty, blue forty set hut!” Jack yelled excitedly. He hiked the ball and threw it down the field. I rushed down the hard basement floor and caught the ball. I ran right in the endzone. Jack ran and celebrated with me, we ran and bumped chests in excitement. I felt burning on my tiny foot. I quickly grabbed my foot and held on to it. I could feel the blood rushing down my bloody mess and hands... and then I remembered,“I have a game in football tomorrow!” I thought, “Please don’t haft to skip football tomorrow, please don’t haft to get stitches!” I’m standing still now, looking at nothing, because I’m mad and sad and don’t know what to do. …show more content…
I can imagine me playing at the big stadium and my team has their head’s up and there celebrating. Then I see their heads down and the other team cheering . I’m just standing still, my arms by my side. Just standing there still . I can’t feel my foot at all. I’m standing there blank. A tear came down my face, imagining my team losing the championship game. The only game that mattered. My brother came rushing down the stairs with a bunch of napkins. “Here, put these on your foot to try and stop the bleeding!” Jack yelled frantically. I held the napkins on my