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.