Personal Narrative: Moving To The Front

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A couple days before poms annual summer camp. My coach gets that look in her eyes that everybody despises. I knew what was coming and I was totally terrified. She got out her notebook and pencil. We all got quiet because we are all hoping the same thing. My hands started to shake and I started sweating like a pig as she walked forward towards us.

Coach walks straight to the blue basketball line. She stops right on the edge with the glimmer in her eye. With her flashy smile plastered against her face she tells everyone to move to the front. I start to walk as fast as I can to the front because I know what is coming, I'm pretty sure everybody else does too. She tuned with that glossy smile, as I stop right at the end of the line. She starts calling off names in the rows of descending order. Back row first I heard as she calls off girls from my team, “Sydney,” “Emily.” In my mind I was thinking, “Wow! She didn’t call me that’s a first but I will
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We waited a god awful long time to get our rooms. When we received our rooms, I had to share mine with my best friend. It was now only an hour till we had to perform and I was so jittery and flustered that I was going to mess up. It would’ve been me to make us come in last place. It was now or never, I could see all those wondering eyes telling me that I was going to fail. My hands were shaking like a jackhammer in use. My makeup was like a slippery, wet pool on my face from all the sweat I was producing. As the team finally took the floor, My stomach was filled with 10,000 tiny butterflies. I got set in my formation, when I heard the music start playing. My thoughts flow through my head like a mile a minute saying, “remember go on 2, smile but not too cheesy, Oh too late.” I finally finish giving the performance of my life. Running off the floor, I go straight to the back where everybody is standing. Giving everybody hugs we say are spirits before we go sit back

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