Personal Narrative: My First Soccer Team

Thump. Thump. Thump. My heart hammered my ribcage as beads of sweat dripped, slowly, down my face. The grass beneath my feet burned to ashes I was moving so fast. My shadow spread far across the field. The only thing that was pushing forward was my allergic reaction to losing. Just me and the goalie. One chance. Now.

My sweaty palms grasped the handle of my duffle bag tightly as I swung my luggage into the car. Cedar Springs was a mere 45 minutes away, that was our destination. We were leaving my sisters, Lily and Taylor, behind for this trip. Just my parents and I off to my first soccer tournament. I had the case of the jitters. New team, new coach, was I really meant to be on this team?

Beep Beep! My dad honked the car horn

I looked at the clock 7:30. For this new VarDar thing we, apparently, had to be their 45 minutes early! I lazily got out of bed and quickly changed into my uniform. White shirt, black pants, and white socks. The usual soccer scrubs. After we were ready, my parents and I made our way to the breakfast cafe. As we neared the lobby, I spotted my team. We walked over and the parents talked for a while, but I didn't say much. When my breakfast plate was cleared, we all went our separate ways to the cars. My stomach grumbled even though I just ate. My head spun, I was so

Two to two and 5 minutes left in the game. This was our last chance. “AAAAWWWW!” The usual scream of the parents came from the sideline. The other team had taken a shot on our amazing goalie Cassie, and had missed. She then scooped up the ball, held it to her feet and kicked. It soared through the sky in slow motion. My brain stopped for a moment. Nothing seemed to be going on around me, as my eyes slid out of focus. What was I doing? This was my chance! It all happened so quickly it scared me. I snapped back to reality and at the same time, realised that I was alone with the opposing team's keeper with the ball at my feet. As I dribbled forward, my heart felt like it was going to break through my chest and run across the field. My legs were numb, but adrenaline pushed me forward. All my hard work, I had to make this. I pulled up to the side of the field, watching the lines of the ball as I went. Smack! A buzz ran through my body from my toes to my fingers. The goalie grunted as she dove for the ball, flinging herself sideways. Her fingers only skinned the ball as it glided into the back of the net. I then ran to my teammates arms spread open, screaming. They all lifted me with hugs and showered me with high fives. My throat hurt from screaming but I barely noticed! We had