Personal Narrative-Rugby Match

A deep long sigh escaped my lip as I walked into the tunnel, which led to the player’s changing rooms. My eyes watched the spectators gather for what would surely be one of the greatest rugby matches in history. Each of their faces were filled with anticipation and eager for the match to begin but also many had sorrow in their eyes. The match would be one of the saddest matches too as people gathered to remember the coach that had supported so many players throughout their careers, Scott Evans. I placed my hands in my pockets pulling the presentation jacket over my body tightly. I made my way through the opposing teams, with mumbles of ‘I’m sorry’, ‘Sorry for your loss’ or ‘I’ve missed you, call me sometime’. I get it I lost my dad but no one seems to understand that all I want is for people to stop reminding me. To stop mentioning the losses in my life and stop letting me know that my life was falling apart. I smiled sweetly at everyone before stopping dead in my tracks. My body paralysed. I looked up at the figure that towered above me. “Liam?” My voice croaked as I spoke, unable to think …show more content…
I looked him in the eye, shocked at what he said but who can blame him. It’s been two years and we haven’t spoken in that time, not ever. “After today I never want to talk to you or see you again.”
I pushed past him walking back out to the front of the player’s line waiting anxiously to go onto the platform. “Now please welcome Sofia Evans.” I slowly walked up to the podium my hands shaking. Every part of my body trembling with fear and paranoia. It was weird to think that the last time I stood here was next to my dad as he accepted an award for his time with the team. Now I’m stood alone about to talk about his tragic death and not break down. Not cry when I mention his name or break down when I think about