Personal Narrative: My Ice Ball In High School

The sun gleamed and the birds chirped loud as the children yelled with joy and excitement. I shot my free throw, ping, it hit the rim. I sprinted after the ball as shouts surrounded me to win the game. Crunch. The world stopped as the tears welled up in my eyes. The sharp pain that was in my finger, then, yelling because someone won the game. Before I realized it I had lost due to the ball jamming my finger. I raced across the blacktop to get to the supervisor so I could get a nice cold ice pack. As I walked down the hall I realized I couldn't go home yet I still had two hours of school left. When I entered the classroom my teacher made me throw my ice away because it would make a mess. As a result of the ball crushing my finger, the excruciating