1.
Not knowing much on where we're going or what we're doing. The only hint
that was given to the rest of my siblings was "surprise". Being seven
years old, the only thing I was expecting was a triple scoop cotton candy cone,
topped off with sprinkles and multi colored gummy bears. "We're
here!" said my mom as we came to a stop at an unfamiliar parking lot. We
stepped out of our car and headed towards this intimidating looking man.
Closer and closer we got to him, and suddenly my heart stopped. Running as fast
as my legs could possibly go towards him while whipping the tears that ran down
my face, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. “You’re home!”
2. My heart raced as I walked through my house. Step by step I take
going towards the last room I haven’t checked. Step one. My life is at risk;
there is someone in my house. Step two. Not knowing whom this is but the
crashing noise of my window gave them away. Step three. I take a breath holding
the gun up towards whoever might be trying to kill me. Stepping into this room
seeing the shattered window on my floor. No one was here. But at the corner of
my eye I see a dark figure with a gun pointed towards me. Afraid to look, I
took my last breath in.
3.
Third set. Final point. I closed my eyes as I in vision winning the
Olympic title. Everything that I’ve been constantly working on was in my hands.
It was our serve and I knew missing this would put a great shame to my name. I
hear the serve whistle and I took my breaths. I bounced the ball five times and
spin it two times before I serve. Time moved slower, and the crowd got quite as
I took each step. I put everything I got into that serve. It was a perfect ace.
The crowd goes wild along with my team. We did it. We got our title.
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