The room is hot and humid, my hands are shaking, and I am sweating a lot. I’ve been waiting for 5 minutes now. “Has she forgotten about me?” I think to myself. As I continue to wait, I found myself thinking about what I did and weather it was worth getting in trouble for. Suddenly I hear the door open and I grasp my chair tight waiting to see who walks out door.
Now you’re probably wondering how I got here, so let’s go back a couple hours. It was twelve o’clock and time for the second recess. I always ate and did extra homework for the first recess, then played soccer with my friends for the second. After we got dismissed I grabbed a snack from my bag, walked down the stairs, and headed to the basketball court. The basketball hoops had soccer nets under them, so we played soccer on the basketball court.
Second recess soccer was very competitive. We would always get into fight and arguments over fouls, goals, or anything we could find to fight about. The teams were based on your grade. All the sixth graders would make a team, all the seventh graders would make a team, and all the eighth graders would make a team. Usually a team consisted of about five to six guys. Their was only one girl who play, but she rarely played because she was too soft and always got hurt. The first two team ready would be the first to play. We would play for 7 minutes, or the first team to score two goals won. If your team wins you kept playing, but if you lost you rotated out with the next team.
The rules were simple. There was no out of bounds, and if their was a tie you battled it out in rock paper scissors. Coach Chucho was the teacher on duty for the second recess, so he would “supervise the soccer.” Most of the time he would leave to go hit on the new teacher Ms. Lisa, she was from sweden. With Chocho gone, the court became a battlefield.
My team was always the first to be ready. It consisted of me and five others: Tony, Andres, Brandon, Dean, and Jose. Jose and Anita had started dating a couple weeks ago, so he didn’t really show up to play after that. All they did was sit and talk, which sound so boring to me. It’s like if she owned Jose. He did anything she wanted him to do and would always be with her. Andres and I would always joke around and told Jose that she had him on a leash, but he would always deny it.
The Sixth graders were usually the second team to be ready because the eighth graders took forever to get dismissed. We all stormed the court and began to play. Dean was the most ponderous on the team, so he played goalie. Tony wasn’t really a soccer player, so he played defense and would kick the ball up the court. Brandon was really fast, so he didn’t have a position because he just ran all over the place. Finally Andress and I would play striker together because we were the only two who played soccer outside of school competitively.
Two minutes go by and we beat the sixth graders. By then, the eighth graders were ready and the fun began. It had been three days since the eighth graders had lost a game in recess, but today was the day that all came to an end. The eighth grade team had six boys, all of them big and strong. Five of them played soccer outside of school, and the one that didn’t was still pretty good.
As our game kicks off, the fighting begins. All twelve of us eager to claim the second recess title, biting and scratching our way through the game. I was hot and tired, and my school uniform was drenched with sweat. Pedro Alvarez, and eighth grader, got the ball near their goal. I bumped him into a wall and over two girls. I passed the ball to Andres, he fake shot it and passed it back to me. I tapped the ball in, and brought their three day streak to and end . As we celebrated in the corner, Pedro grabbed me and threw me down on the ground. He held me down and raised his fist. At first I was scared, until I heard Ms Nurias voice. “Pedro! Get off Christian,” she said from across the court.
She picked us both up and sent us to the principal’s office. While we both waited outside her office, Pedro had some aggressive words to say. I just sat their and smiled. He asked me why I was smiling, and I said, “I can’t wait to see what your mom has to say about this.” Pedro is called into the principal’s office, while I sat outside waiting for my turn. Which brings us to how I got here. After pedro left, I thought to myself, “Was winning really worth getting sent to the principal’s office? Yes. Whats my mom gonna think about this?” I finally realized that sometimes I’m way to competitive and need to calm down. Although my team won, I felt sorry for pushing Pedro into the group of girls watching the game. My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by loud footsteps and the sound of the opening door. Pedro walks out, turns to me, sarcastically smiles, and says, “My mom wants to see you.”
What’s your Sin letter?
This is another creative writing assignment for the year. Although I do n0t enjoy creative writing, this was fun because I like to write about my past life in Mexico. I feel like I covey my ideas in the story really well because I have long lasting strong feelings about my child hood in Mexico. While the ideas were there, some dialogue would have made this paper perfect.