Friday, March 16, 2012

Show Not Tell

The whistle blows; the ball gets kicked from the middle of the field. My soccer teams coach calls from the side line,
“Come on you can do this it’s your first game”.
My coach put me in mid field one of my favourite positions.
I was one of the fastest people in my team. I got a stitch. It is one-all for the score. It’s three quarters of the game.
Now it’s the end of the game. My friend Sam passes the ball to me I go for a shot, and I score with ten seconds left. The parents cheer. My mum and dad are really happy for me.
By Blake

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