Personal Narrative: The Varsity Soccer Team

I stand before the mirror; it is two hours before the whistle blows to start one of the varsity soccer team’s biggest games this season. After tying my ponytail tighter, I place down the brush and reach for my laptop to raise the volume louder. Belting the chorus to “Eye of the Tiger”, I dance myself into my uniform shorts. For me, this is just another day going through the motions of the pre-game routine I had known all my life. Driving to the field in my father’s Jeep Wrangler, as the top roof is down, I enjoy the refreshing breeze through my flyaway hairs. Arriving in the parking lot, adrenaline raises; I get out of the car and anxiously sprint towards the bench to join my team for warm-ups. Little did I know this would be my last sprint for a while. …show more content…
I heard a loud crack, as my vision dazed and I completely fell backwards. Initially, lying with my head faced up at the stars, I knew this was not a typical injury. Despite the pain, raised with the mentality to always “stand up quicker than you fall down”, I stood ready to continue playing. Yet due to regulation rules, I was forced to come off the field and disappointedly limped to the bench. My teammates surrounded me and though thankful for their concerns, I was not seeking for pity, but rather the coach’s first-aid kit to find ace bandage. I wrapped my kneecap as tight as possible and got back onto the half-line, eager to be the next substitution. My coach’s eyes bulged as he could not fathom the concept of me wanting to go back in, but to my demand, he did so anyway. I played until I could no longer brush aside the excruciating

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