Where are they at?” I exclaim wildly. I was looking everywhere with my family. We were already late to the game and we didn’t need this slowing us down more. We looked under the seat, in all of the bags, in the trunk and we just couldn’t find it. “I really need need them if I want to play soccer!” I yell.
“Well you must’ve left them at home,” my Mom says.
“There’s no way I left them at home,” I panickedly say.
“They definitely aren’t in the car so they have to be at home somewhere,” my Dad says.
That’s when we have to make a decision, miss the soccer game or go buy a new pair of soccer shoes. We then rush to the soccer store and buy a cheap pair of shoes.
This all started at 7 in the morning when my dad pounds on my door shouting “Get up the soccer game starts at 7 not 7:30,”. So then I get all of my stuff and rush into the car. However at the exact moment the van doors are closing my brother accidently kicks my shoes out into the garage. So we are now 45 minutes late to the soccer game and don’t know where my shoes are. …show more content…
After we buy the shoes we rush down to the game with the sound of my brother complaining all the way. We get there right before halftime with my team losing 3 to 1. After halftime my coach puts me in as forward saying “you better win this for you and all of the team” I nod and run into the field. Then as the players run up on me I end up tripping and falling on my shoes and accidentally the taste of grass in my mouth. It turns out that they are the wrong size. It felt like running in clown shoes. But miraculously I manage to get a hat trick and win the game for me and my
“Well you must’ve left them at home,” my Mom says.
“There’s no way I left them at home,” I panickedly say.
“They definitely aren’t in the car so they have to be at home somewhere,” my Dad says.
That’s when we have to make a decision, miss the soccer game or go buy a new pair of soccer shoes. We then rush to the soccer store and buy a cheap pair of shoes.
This all started at 7 in the morning when my dad pounds on my door shouting “Get up the soccer game starts at 7 not 7:30,”. So then I get all of my stuff and rush into the car. However at the exact moment the van doors are closing my brother accidently kicks my shoes out into the garage. So we are now 45 minutes late to the soccer game and don’t know where my shoes are. …show more content…
After we buy the shoes we rush down to the game with the sound of my brother complaining all the way. We get there right before halftime with my team losing 3 to 1. After halftime my coach puts me in as forward saying “you better win this for you and all of the team” I nod and run into the field. Then as the players run up on me I end up tripping and falling on my shoes and accidentally the taste of grass in my mouth. It turns out that they are the wrong size. It felt like running in clown shoes. But miraculously I manage to get a hat trick and win the game for me and my