The Game-Personal Narrative

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Sweat was dripping down my face, you could feel the tension in the air as both teams seemed to stare each other down. The game was drawing to a close as we set up our offense a couple more times. These last few plays would determine the game. The last quarter of the game commenced. What they didn’t know is that the whole week before this game we were training for it. Huntley, under false pretenses, assumed they would snatch this victory from us with ease, little did they know, we had been preparing especially for this game. This wasn’t just another game for us, it was the highlight of our season. I was in the game and I pushed thoughts of a potential lose out of my head. The game was neck and neck. Butterflies formed in my stomach as I was passed the ball. Time seemed to slow down as I faked to the right and drove around the defender. The soles of my feet were aching, my ankle brace was burning the bottom of my foot. The mammoth of a girl chased after me with loud thuds of footsteps and swiped a single meaty paw at me. I got fouled and was sent to the free throw line. Bounce. I took a …show more content…

His hands were in the air as he cheered for us. I ran over to the bench to join the rest of my team. I was sore and tired, but none of that mattered as we gave each other hugs, not caring how sweaty we all were. I looked around me and saw that there was a big grin on everyone’s face that was surely on mine too. The win sparkled in everyone's eyes, as tears formed in our opponents’. All the training we did the week before paid off and all the bruises, hard-work, and running was worth it. My team had to settle down and we got in a line and shook hands with the other team. While walking by the other team, you could see the look of defeat in their eyes, with their sweaty palms making fists to high five my open hand. Their low voices mumbled as I passed which was an indication of