Cajetano Omweri Mr. Morrissette ARCC College Writing 18 March 2024 Passing Mistakes I’ve trained all year for this moment, pouring my all into practicing and honing my soccer skills alongside my best friend, Ojash. It took a lot of willpower to push through all the challenges to this point. I’ve always wanted to play soccer for a team ever since I moved, and today is the day I do it. I’m trying out for the high school soccer team to fulfill my wish. “You ready?” Ojash says. “Yeah, I'm kind of nervous,” I look up towards the sky. “Don't be, you’ve worked pretty hard for this.” Ojash punches me lightly on the shoulder, “You’ll be fine. Just treat tryouts just like practice.” I look up and around from the metal bench we put our bags and things…show more content… I knew what I had to do. The “Ball” is a. Ball!” OJ shouts, "It's a ball!" I kicked the ball, curling it over the heads of the defender and in front of OJ to run onto. “I finally did something helpful for my team!” I’ve never felt this good, especially after yesterday. The “Good ball!” I heard from my left, “What a pass!” from my right. A smile cracks onto my face from cheek to cheek. I held my head high in the clouds. In the next play, I finally felt more confident. “Here!” I call out, “Ball!” I receive the ball into a pass and dribble past a defender on the side of the field. I play a long pass into the box that flies over the head of my teammates, “Darn it.” That feeling of confidence spills from my body. I start to play passively, never attempting to get the ball. “The coaches think I’m awful now.” I feel fuzzy at the side of my face. I know they're watching this. My cheeky smile fades to a slight frown and my palms sweat. “Good try!” Ojash shouts from the sidelines. I wave him off, jog to the bench, and motion for Ojash to substitute for me. “Coming off this early?” Ojash questions as I walk to the bench “I’m-” I pause, “My knee isn’t doing too well.”…show more content… I reach for my knee and do stretches to sell my knee “issues” to the coaches. “I can’t believe I lied.” I sat on the bench with my head down for the rest of the day, wishing for the day to end. When I got home, my mind was filled with thousands of racing thoughts bouncing around inside my head. A tense feeling radiated throughout my chest. I couldn’t do anything but hope I made it. I couldn’t take my head off of my mistakes. My feet were restless, and my hands were shaking. Hours later, a buzz in my pocket caught my
