Slice Of Life
An Embarrassing Defeat

“Seventy-two, forty-three, eighty, ninety-nine, fifty-four; oops a typo, fifty-six.”
This was pathetic; I refused to believe these guys were in high school, Australia was ahead, of America by one point, reaching the “amazing” score of two, while Brazil was trying to catch up with the one in the lead-by almost 30 points- Panama.

Huh, no way they’re going to catch up now, “five, four, three, two, one, and zero!” I win again.
I had to find a new challenge so I pressed play again. “What, all Americans??” I thought aloud. Whatever, it said one of them was in fourth grade, so this should be smooth.
I typed quick but careful, Then stopped to take a slurp of my Coke. When I looked up, I was shocked; the fourth grader- the one I hadn’t been watching had caught up and went in front of me on the scales. Dang, I tried to type in the few Q&A that would bring me up, but too late. I gawped at the results; I had been defeated by a mere fourth grader- after slaughtering High Schoolers from all over the world, this kid had beaten me.

2 sols

Swish
Another Slice Of Life

Swear words were everywhere. “Felipe for ****’s sake, defend!!” I shouted; I jumped right before Emilio- who is about six inches taller than me, and at least three years older- he saw the danger as he jumped; for a moment we were at the same height; he tried to score but I slammed the ball away in a final attempt to stop them scoring.
It went flying towards one of my teammates, but somehow Emilio pulled it out of the air in front of him. Felipe seemed to have woken up and was running to help. But it was too late Emilio took one, two, three, four, five steps behind the three point line; as my team was about to take the ball, he quickly shot. The ball seemed to be in slow motion, flying over all of us….
No sound, then a long set of swearwords followed, but not from Emilio’s team. I replayed the memory again in my head, unbelievable, it was a swish, a nothing but net. “We may have lost this battle, but we will win the war” I heard Felipe say. Although he is older than me, I kind of felt like punching him.







Look How I feel
A Slice Of Life

My arms felt heavy, my legs felt weak, I felt like crap. This morning I had woken up as usual coughing, no big deal. Now for some reason I felt terrible, my head was screaming for painkillers, I needed medication. Shame my dad suspected I was faking; I would not get any medical items. As usual I looked in the mirror like every time I feel sorry for myself.

Such a Shame

Slice Of Life.

“Wow...,” I thought, “Mathieu is on a pro spree.” Matthew dodged left and right, it looked like he had entered the matrix mode: he deflected, ducked under, and managed to jump out of the way of anything that was thrown at him.

Sounds of frustration came from: Eduardo, Sean, and Brian (About a minute had passed of them against him) who were failing to get him out.

Boom, foot shot! Brian, as usual tried to make an excuse but Brian was sent to the window.

“Matheiu might win” I heard someone say. I was about to agree when He got hit in the foot. Oh, such a shame, If he had actually won, it would have been great.