Personal Narrative Essay: The Netball Game
The netball game would start in 5 minute. With my heart keeping on racing faster, I continued my practice. Little by little bits of practices, was what would make the difference.
“Ouch,” the ball scraped open my wounds on my hand, leaving blood on my hands and the ball, so maybe what I had thought was wrong. But whether it would affect my game play or not, I needed to be quick to clean it up.
I’m Karen, and everyone describes me as a cold-blooded person, but who cares about the other people, that’s just me.
Game started, it was a pretty pointless game, there was no chance that we would win against people who were two to three years older than us, but as a rule, we had to try our best.
The game went on as usual, I felt like playing a game …show more content…
on a computer, pressing keys to make “me” move, but the other team were in level 100 when I was only at level 10.
“ Here!
Here! No, to center, pass back!” Voices shouting all over the room, why bother to say it when you knew the moment would be gone after you finished the sentence, it was just like how the conversation box is useless in games.
“Run in front, ok back, mind the line, no that ball is going too fast… oh great, the computer is lagging, the ball stops med-air.”
“Wait a sec… what?” I was confused
Then the voices overwhelmed me, people were screaming, running, falling to the ground, I just stood there, watching a movie. It took me way too long to fully realize what had happened, and that frightened me, I was horrified by it, I never felt so scared before.
Then the ball dropped, straight down, bounced a few times, then it was sitting still on the ground, just like a normal ball. No one dared to touch it, the crying and screaming sounds went on. That was tenser for me than every scary movie that I had watched, I couldn’t feel my breath anymore, or my heart. I stared at the ball, and then realized, it was the ball I used for practice, the ball that had my bloodstain on.
Back in my doom, I picked up my needle and stabbed it into my finger and dropped the blood in some water, I had never been so curious in my life, I never had something that I just have to find out, and it was apprehensive. I stirred the water, and then poured it into the air, while saying,
“stop”.
The water stop, mid-air, and it was beautiful, prettier than anything that I had ever seen. I stared at it, for hours, they were just like an art work, carved by the nature, the way that the light reflects on it was amazing. It was at that time when I felt true joy, the joy that had been described so many times sby everyone.
“Ouch,” the ball scraped open my wounds on my hand, leaving blood on my hands and the ball, so maybe what I had thought was wrong. But whether it would affect my game play or not, I needed to be quick to clean it up.
I’m Karen, and everyone describes me as a cold-blooded person, but who cares about the other people, that’s just me.
Game started, it was a pretty pointless game, there was no chance that we would win against people who were two to three years older than us, but as a rule, we had to try our best.
The game went on as usual, I felt like playing a game …show more content…
on a computer, pressing keys to make “me” move, but the other team were in level 100 when I was only at level 10.
“ Here!
Here! No, to center, pass back!” Voices shouting all over the room, why bother to say it when you knew the moment would be gone after you finished the sentence, it was just like how the conversation box is useless in games.
“Run in front, ok back, mind the line, no that ball is going too fast… oh great, the computer is lagging, the ball stops med-air.”
“Wait a sec… what?” I was confused
Then the voices overwhelmed me, people were screaming, running, falling to the ground, I just stood there, watching a movie. It took me way too long to fully realize what had happened, and that frightened me, I was horrified by it, I never felt so scared before.
Then the ball dropped, straight down, bounced a few times, then it was sitting still on the ground, just like a normal ball. No one dared to touch it, the crying and screaming sounds went on. That was tenser for me than every scary movie that I had watched, I couldn’t feel my breath anymore, or my heart. I stared at the ball, and then realized, it was the ball I used for practice, the ball that had my bloodstain on.
Back in my doom, I picked up my needle and stabbed it into my finger and dropped the blood in some water, I had never been so curious in my life, I never had something that I just have to find out, and it was apprehensive. I stirred the water, and then poured it into the air, while saying,
“stop”.
The water stop, mid-air, and it was beautiful, prettier than anything that I had ever seen. I stared at it, for hours, they were just like an art work, carved by the nature, the way that the light reflects on it was amazing. It was at that time when I felt true joy, the joy that had been described so many times sby everyone.