Personal Narrative-Powder Puff Game

It smells like fresh raindrops, and the fragrance of newborn grass in spring on the field in Vancouver, Canada. There are lots of parents and teachers sitting around the field to watch the game. It seems like a good day to kick off practice for the powder puff game. It’s definitely a big day for me. Having a powder puff game is a great tradition at our school, it is a touch football game between upperclassmen and lowerclassmen. All players in our team are 12 years old, representing the upperclassmen. It is my first time playing football, the warm sunshine after a rainy day and the flying butterflies are cheering me up for my very first try in my entire life. I didn’t get any sleep the night before, since I was so excited and was imagining how cool I would look like if I score five times and became a legend. The “plastic” blonde girl squad in our class also played. Those white girls in the squad with pink skirts, that are shorter than their butt, are “reading” me just like I’m a book. They study me from my straight black hair in ponytail, to my sports bra, to my shirt, to the black leggings that have the new laundry smelling and finally to the black, clean sneakers that I bought just for this game.

One of those girls flips her blonde curly hair and comes up to me and says with her …show more content…
He is just a coward, a bystander that doesn’t do anything. I don’t have time to argue with those rude girls, I must prove to them that I am good at sports by winning the game. They are all racists that judge my ability by my skin color. I go back to my room and change. I run to the field as fast as I can after getting ready again with clean clothes and sneakers. I’m even out of breath when I get there. I tell myself that I need to hurry so that I won’t miss the game. I get more aggressive, and more determined after being laughed by those mean girls, I have to prove to them that Asians can do sports