Personal Narrative: My First Lacrosse Team

My hands gripped my lacrosse stick tightly and my eyes stared at the ball, which was trapped between two girls. I waited. I waited for the whistle to sound and the ball to fly in the air, the yellow of it vanishing into the sun. I was ready. I could hear the steady breathing of the girl next to me and the beating of my heart. In those few seconds of anticipation I felt so alive. The whistle vocalized. The note was shrill and high. It was that sound that everyone was waiting for. In the mere second following the sound the two girl threw the ball into the air. I surged forward, not caring about the girl next to me. The whistle sounded again and the instant of chaos was brought to a sudden halt. We all stood like statues listening intently on what the ref was saying. …show more content…
I couldn’t hear what the ref was saying to the two girls in the middle of our poorly formed circle, but I strained to listen anyway. …show more content…
One foot a little back from the other. Lacrosse stick pointed towards the middle and held a little ways away from my body. As one we all waited and everything was quite. Background noise nearly stopped and squinted desperately towards the center. The whistle blew and I sprinted forward again trying to catch the ball. The girls flung it high this time, and nobody could see it through the sun. Then it was falling again, the yellow taunting us to catch it. The mass of us burst towards it, all wanting to catch it for