A Narrative Essay About The Day I Brought My Cleats

It was one of the most painful injuries that I have ever gone through. It was almost the end of the school year with just two weeks of school left. My high school coach had told us that we can play in soccer class the next day if we brought our cleats. My teammates from my club team told me they weren’t going to bring their cleats because they didn’t want to risk getting an injury before the tournament that weekend. They told me not to play, but I wanted to so I brought my cleats the next day. It was a really nice day to get better and have some fun. We started playing the next day and it was going well and fun just like I would expect it to go. The next thing I see is that everyone starts getting competitive and arguing
I go in on a hard slide tackle and the other guy goes in hard too. We collide and my ankle takes and awkward landing. The next thing I know my right ankle is in so much pain and I can barely play anymore. I walk it off to the locker room and scream in pain when I realize that I probably won’t be playing for a while. I knew it wasn’t broken because I could still limp on it. I go to the trainer she gives me an ice pack and tells me to go see a doctor if I can. I missed the tournament the following weekend and the weekend after that. My ankle was so swollen I could barely fit it in my shoe. I went to the doctor 3 weeks after the injury had occurred. The Doctor tells me to get x-rays just in case to see if there are any fractures. I go back the following week to get x-rays to see there are no fractures. She tells me that I just have a really bad sprained ankle and tells me I cannot play for two months. All I can do is just ice it and soak it hot water and massage it. My mom tells me I should stop playing because my ankle is the part of my foot that supports my whole leg. I thought about stop playing soccer because I did not want to mess up my ankle more and not be able to