Personal Narrative: The Yellow Ball

Thump! Thump! Thump! My heart was a drum, I was so excited but nervous at the same time while I was jogging out on the field. We were playing against the SaberCats, and it looked like it was going to be tough competition. What I didn't know is that the day was going to be turned upside down. Today I was playing first base, and number five was up. I was so nervous. Sweat was already dripping from my hands. And my throat tightened so tight, I felt like I couldn't breath. That’s when I remembered the time we were at tryouts. A year ago, when I was at tryouts, I was so nervous, sweat was dripping from my hands before we even got there. After the tryout, I was really happy with what I had did.. Then a couple weeks later, we got a call and they said

As I got back to my stance, I started breathing heavily. Thoughts of getting hit by a ball again, zoomed through my brain over and over again. Now number twenty eight was ready to bat. The first pitch Abby threw was a monster. I knew that this was going to be a strike. But I guessed wrong, the batter took a big, hard swing at the tiny, yellow ball. The ball skidded to shortstop. As she fielded the ball perfectly. She gripped the ball tightly and let the ball fly. I was all ready for the catch, I had faith in myself that I was going to catch the ball. Even though my right arm ached, and my arm started to drop, I knew that I was going to do it. What I didn’t know is that all of this I thought of, was not going to

as the ball met my chin, I missed the ball. I sprinted back to the ball, that I didn’t catch as speedy as a rabbit. When I threw it back to Abby, I hung my head in disappointment again, my eyes stung. I tried to hold back the tears ,but they had to drain out. When I looked at the crowd, their eyes still had faith in me. They were smiling at me, hoping that I would stay in for the rest of the game. That’s when power ran through me, smiles started to appear on my face. And that’s when I knew I was going to play the rest of the game ,and I was going to play the rest of the tournament. Even if my arm ached. When I looked at my coach she gave me a thumbs up ,and I gave her a happy thumbs up back. After that, I tried to push on, until we got the third out. When ten minutes had passed, we finally got the last out ,and we hustled in to talk to our coach. When we huddled in a circle, my coach exclaimed, “Grace go and get some ice on that arm,” as she marched to the giant huddle of girls. “And do you want to bat because if you don’t, you can’t go back on the field.” That’s when I knew my