We were there! About a yard from the opponents’ end zone. The sun was beating down on us making sweat flow down our faces. I had the frisbee in my hand, ready to pass to any teammate. Some of my teammates were in the end zone, some behind me. I had only a moment to observe the field. Who would I pass to? To the front or to the back? How was I going to avoid the grasping claws of the other team? Katherine was the closest so I decided to pass to her.

I heard a voice counting, “1,2,3,4,5.”

My fingers tightened around the frisbee. My whole body was tense. I felt the sweat dripping into my eyes and making it hard to see clearly. I readied my wrist and arm. Then I flicked my wrist and let go of the frisbee.

I watched the frisbee slide out of my hand and glide toward Katherine. First I was ready to jump up and scream, “Yes!” But then I watched in horror how the frisbee suddenly started to glide to the left of Katherine because the wind was blowing against it.

I saw Katherine’s eyes widen as she noticed that the frisbee was going just a bit too far left. Even thought she lunged and stretched out her arm and fingers, she could not reach it. I saw the faces of the opponents light up as they realized we would not get the point.

Katherine and I both yelled, “Noooo!” We were both disappointed, but we hoped that we would have another chance!

AUTHOR
Dominik B-Z
8th Grade

Simmons Camp
Journal