Personal Narrative: My Bubble

As I tried to block a hit from the rival team, the score was twelve to seven. The volleyball barely grazed my fingers and my gaze followed it to the back row, not paying attention to how my feet were about to land. A split second after, I found myself curled up in a ball, grasping my ankle while my eyes started to water. Seeing as how it was our pink-out game, my tears began mixing with my makeup, creating miniature pink rivers streaming down my face. The athletic trainer darted to my side, trying to stop the crying, but nothing would work. While being escorted off the court, I did my best to cover my face as everyone clapped, but nothing mattered. All I could feel was fear and disappointment starting to bubble within me.
Those carrying me