At the rugby grounds my heart was pumping. We were warming up, passing, wrapping around the players perfecting the flaming fast pass. My heart sang “Catch it.” I caught it. We dawdled over to the game. Everybody’s heart was pounding like a set of drums.
I got the ball because our forwards pushed over the other team like a bulldozer. We passed the ball quicker than a speeding car getting chased by a cop. Mark, our winger, dropped the ball. Oh no! They got a runaway try. We Yelled at Mark, thinking that we were going to lose the game… and we did. I felt like I was doing most of the work.
I munched down my homemade cookies “Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.” I could hear the sound of the cookies sliding down my throat. “Yum,” I said.
“Time to go,” said the coach, “Ice creams for everyone!”
We all shouted “Yes!” Everyone got a delicious ice cream on a cone with a flake. I slurped up the best cone in the world. We zoomed in the car with our windows down heads out the window like a puppy dog. Finally we arrived back at school. It felt like it had been years & years and my legs were extremely sore.
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