Writing Friday #9: Free Write
Lacrosse
Lacrosse. A passion of mine. The second I reach the lacrosse field, I am filled with a rush of excitement, feeling the tension before the game begins. The aroma of fresh lacrosse balls and grass fills the air, giving a spring taste to everything it touches. The minute I throw my equipment on, I feel like I am invincible. As the game begins, I squat down and take in everything around me, from the intense silence coming from the stands, to my teamates, all ready to erupt into a sprint. The blow of the whistle blasts through the air as my opponent and I charge at each other, fighting to take the ball. The game has just begun.
As the attackmen recieve the ball and run up the field, the defenders move back, trying to protect their goal at all costs. "Mustang!" The strategy pops into my head instantaneously as I trail my teamate in posession with the ball. As he fakes a pass to my teamate on the otherside of the field, I move up to recieve the real pass. The second I feel the ball fall into my lacrosse stick's head, I snap my arm back, readying myself to rip a large shot into the goal. I am unaware that a large defensemen is charging towards me, and hardly let go of the ball before I feel myself flying through the air. I feel I have just failed my team. I let a careless error of not paying attention to my surroundings snag an easy goal from me. But why do I hear chearing? I look up in puzzlement, but feel joy leap through my body as I see the goalie staring back at the ball which had just landed in the goal. These events had just happened in the first 11 seconds of the game. Happily, I think to myself, "I still have 3,000 more seconds to shoot just as much goals." The final score: 15-0. A complete shutout.
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I liked this piece because it builds energy as you read on! The writing is very fun and exciting. It's easy to visualize him running down the field!
Well written!!!!
Mom
Lacrosse
I squat down ready to take the opening face-off and I look back and see, what feels like, a whole stadium watching. I glance to my side and see my teammate, ready to explode into a sprint and grab the ball when it pops out of the huddle. The referee blows his whistle and within about a half a second. My opponent jerks and before he even gets the chance to clamp down on the ball; I rake it out between my legs and let the person on the side of the field pick it up. By now the attackmen start to break to the goal and the defensemen move up to the midfield line. The coach calls out, “Mustang” and instantly the play pops into my head. Within seconds I start to trail my teammate who has the ball and the attackmen break to him and get the ball. He fake passes the ball to the other attackman. The attackman passes it to me and I pull the stick behind my head, ready to shoot, use all of the power in my wrists, shoulders, legs, and arms and rip a huge shot. I look over and before I know it, I’m on the ground. 11 seconds left. The defenseman had come out of nowhere and hit me while I was shooting. The ball was still flying through the air speeding to the top right corner and…goal! The crowd goes wild. I think to my self, ten seconds down, 3000 more to go. Then, after what seems like forever, the final whistle blows and we win the game fifteen to zero. In my opinion, this is perfection.
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