Being the last chosen

Being the Last Chosen

 

“Melinda” Jason calls out.  “Johnny” called out Scarlett.  “Christy!” Jason calls out.  “No I wanted Christy” argued Scarlett.  “No I wanted her!”  “No I wanted her!” As they argued I realized that will NEVER happen!  I have to stop daydreaming during P.E!  After my dream, I figured out that Jason and Scarlett were fighting over who didn’t get me on their team.  I was the shortest kid in school.  I had a large nose, a big and bubbly head, a stupid mouth guard that stretched around my face, and of course the big, black, thick glasses!  Uggg! 

I stood against the cold, metal fence next to Rodney Fishbourne, who plays kickball like a fish with no legs.  I feel pretty awful that I get compared to his playing ability.  Finally, Scarlett calls out, “Fine I’ll take Crusty!”  Feeling offended, I ignored Scarlett’s nickname for me and I stood behind the line for her team.  Jason got Rodney…tee hee…and Scarlett got me. 

Scarlett and Jason were two of the best athletes in the whole middle school!  Scarlett was beautiful, no glasses, no braces, and no large nose.  Jason was perfect too!  Scarlett was the envy of the girls and Jason was the guy-to-be of the boys.  Jason was the football captain, Scarlett is the volleyball captain, and I am the chess captain. 

 

We started playing the game and nobody would kick the ball to me even though I was standing right in the middle of the usual “kick zone”.  After chasing the ball around and being ignored multiple times, I decided to stay in one spot, out of the way, with a lesser chance of being critically injured.  The game was close and we were ahead by one point with five minutes left of the gym period.  Jason’s team was up to kick and bases were loaded with two outs.  Then, suddenly the ball came closer and closer to my face. The kickball rammed me in the mouth guard and the ball popped.  BANG! Stunned, I lifted up my hands and the ball wedged between my arms.  Everyone started laughing and cheering.  Even Scarlett gave me a high five and said “Great job, CHRISTY!”  I thought to myself, Wow she said my real name, and then I started crying because I was proud and my mouth was hurting.  Maybe the next time I won’t get picked last and hopefully my mouth guard will be fixed by then because you’ll never know when it will come in handy!

Author's Note

Fun story.....keep up your confidence!

Reviews

[maddie]

haha that story mad me laugh. And nice use of onamonapia.

[musicfollowsme213000]

:)