Personal Narrative-American Football

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At the strike of 5 am, my alarm pushes me out of my silk blue bed sheets, covered in a fuzzy white blanket, onto the harsh dark oak floor. “Sophia, do you have all of your stuff for practice?” my mom whispered through the crack of the door. Her exhausted voice was not yet adjusted to the morning. “Yes, I'm just getting ready now” “Wear pants, it's going to be cold this morning.” Should I wear pants or shorts to practice? I mean it's not that cold, only like 40, slipping on my black Nike shorts and a black t-shirt I couldn't see from the dark of the morning sky. The breeze howled as I walked up to the stadium. The flicker light cast a brilliant glow that danced across the field. The stadium came alive with a vibrant energy as the lights illuminated every corner.As I got closer the blurred shadows of my teammates got more clear, and it occurred to me that their silhouettes were wearing bushy thick multi colored winter coats and a ray of gray and black long sweatpants. …show more content…
“How can you be wearing shorts when it's low 40s out, are you crazy?” a voice exclaimed from behind me. Turning it was my other teammate shaking, waiting for a response, “Honestly I totally thought I would warm in this and I really regret not wearing pants” I responded with a chuckle. As we all got our socks and cleats on, the gust of wind seemed to blow more and more harshly as if it wanted to freeze our legs off. Our arms pushed against the blaring wind running around the farm flaky turf, with the thud of a soccer ball hitting the feet, shins and corners of the goal. The roaring screeching of the whistle blared over us, both sides huddled around their coach ready to play. As the starting line up ran to the field, sitting on the medals bench my legs froze to the cold, unable to move from the harsh wind rushing