Personal Narrative: A Career As A Soccer Player

I was trying to pass it up the field, but every kick came right back at me. The score 1-1, i’m desperately trying to keep the ball away from our goal but I kept missing the ball as the players weaved around me they get to the twenty yard line and shooting. Our biggest kicker on the team took the goal kick and the ball went straight to Aiden on the half field line. He took it up the field shot at the eighteenth and he shoots!!!

SWISH! GOOAL! The game is all tied up one to one in the 4 quarter. The Elder panthers got the ball taking it up the field toward our goal as I attack as he weaves around me leaving him wide open for a shot. He Shoots!!! But does he score?

Luckily he misses saving the game.But if we don’t score we don’t win so we

Early next day I return to school and I get bombarded with questions about how I broke my ankle. But all had the same response,” In a soccer game.” 6 months later, “How much longer until I get my cast off?” I ask my mom, she responds,” Today’s the day” As she said that I get really happy but also become terrified at how they will get my cast off. We arrive at the Children's Hospital, as I arrive in the room to take my cast off they give me this weird gas that makes me sleepy. I fell asleep and woke back up at home. I ask my mom,” wha happen,” wait I meant to say what happened, but why did that come out. When I speak I feel a numb tingly feeling like my tongue was being poked with a bunch of tiny needles. I look all around me looking and observing everything,as if a scientist in a cave full of minerals and ores. Right behind me I see my mom as if she popped out of nowhere. She was silent as a mouse. I try to speak again guess what I said this time.”Way ant sigh stare norman,” as I meant to say, why can’t I speak normal. She told me to rest so I went back to sleep. I awoke when the sun was setting. I look out the square window looking at the beautiful big yellow ball of heat making bright beautiful colors, setting beneath the green trees. I try speaking again,” Mom?” I’m thinking finally I can speak normal. I look