Personal Narrative Essay: My First Football Game

As the first rays of sunlight streamed through my bedroom window onto my bed, I groaned and turned over to look at the clock. After a while of squinting towards the clock, I bolted out of bed towards the bathroom. 6:30, the numbers rang loud and clear in my head. I had to get to my soccer game in fifteen minutes!
As I started to tie my shoelaces, still in my bedroom, it hit me that this was my last game along with my team. I probably was taking to long, because my mother yelled at me to hurry up from downstairs. I quickly jumped up without tying anything.
I remembered all those tiring mornings, waking up to go to my game all just to play side by side with all my teammates. I let out a small smile as I recalled how I always was yelled at from