Tennis Court Narrative

I walked off the tennis courts and closed the silver gate behind me. As soon as my eyes met my coaches’, I just froze. Tears after tears streamed down my pink flushed face. It felt like the whole world was staring at me. With our racquets dropped to our sides, my partner and I sauntered over to the scores table. The conference director handed me a sad yellow fourth place ribbon. I wiped the drops from my face and tightened my ponytail. I accepted the disappointment and scornfully looked at my smiling opponents, Prospect High school. Then I turned around and made direct eye contact with the opponents’ parents. I stood there and waited for an apology. Nothing came out of the immature old man’s mouth. If you think I’m crying because I lost, you’re

The big brunette chick from Prospect stepped up to serve. I waited patiently for her killer serve to cross the net. My hands are gripped on my red Wilson racket; my hair tied up and out of my face, the sun was gleaming in my big brown eyes. The ball bounced. I brought my racquet back and positioned my feet, I was ready to kill the bright yellow circle. But I did not complete my swing. The ball landed on the green surface of the tennis courts. I screamed “OUT” and let the ball dribble drifting further and further away from me. I let out a sigh of relief and wiped the trickling drops of sweat off of my forehead. Next thing I knew, I turned around to the sound of a disgusting shriek. My opponents’ parents yell in a sadistic tone, “HEY DON’T YOU KNOW THE BLUE IS IN? THIS IS THE SECOND ONE IS A ROW YOU HAVE CALLED OUT. GET A PAIR OF EYES. I released my racquet from my hands. THUD, the racquet dropped on the courts. My heart started beating faster and faster. THUD. THUD. THUD. My voice got weary and anger started to build up in me. I screamed back to the immature old man on the other side of the fence, “ARE YOU BLIND? THE BALL WAS CLEARLY OUT. YOU CAN’T EVEN SEE FROM THERE. IT IS MY CALL NOT YOURS.” I just wanted to throw my racquet at his head, but obviously I controlled myself. My coach got up from his seat immediately and escorted the discourteous man out of the area. The score was 7-9 in a 10 point tie break and we were losing. I had to finish the game. It was my serve, so I positioned my feet and drew my racquet back and smashed the yellow circle. It hit the net. I tried again. The next serve was too far out. My serve lost the game for my partner and I. I jogged up to shake my opponents hands. The next thing you know tears are streaming down my face and I’m holding a fourth place ribbon in my