A Football Star's Life-Changing Moment: A Memoir of Triumph and Tragedy
Think for a moment, of the most important moment that has ever happend to you. Pretty great memory right? Well, it was in the greatest moment of my life, that changed everthing that I had expected and wanted in my life. My name is Kain, Kain Brenner. I was your average high school kid, got average A-B grade average, had friends, a divorced family, and played sports. But, I am far from your average Joe. I was the football star. You might be thinking ok, so what? Well, I was the best in the nation, as a freshman, I had scholarships lined up. Yea, now you get it, I had a life of amazing talent, luxery for both me and my Mother, a life filled with fun. So, what happend you ask? Well, kick back, grab a box of tissues and let me tell you my friend. Let my story unfold before you, as my life once was for me. It was the 4th quarter for the state game, 5 seconds left on the clock, 4th down. Both teams where at a dead lock score of 6, the life long rivealry didn't help the agression much. A drop of sweat trickled slowly down my face, and dripped onto the grass, time slowed, deep breath filled my lungs. I pushed my hand down into the grass right on the line of scrimadge, hunkering down, ready to explode forward toward the goal line. The rest of the team got ready to cover Johnson as he would run with the ball to our victory. "Down!" I took a deep breath. "Set!" I heard my mother scream "You can do it Kain!!!!" I released my breath. "Hike!" The ball snaped back, time still seemed in slow motion. I exploded and dodged Eric Cals, number 23, then Steven Olet, number 37. I turned my head just in time to see Donnie Johnson trip over his shoelace. But where was the ball? Olet was right in front of me, I spun on my heel, Cals was angled back at me, ready to sandwich me inbetween them. Then I saw it an amber brown object was hurling towards me at a perfect spiral. I planted my right foot, digging my cletes into the soft earth, my left still in the air. I raised my hands as my left foot fineally made contact. I felt the falmiliar roughness of the ball against my gloves. Pulling it down into my elbow, I spun, dodging Olet, time resumed to normal, dizzying my vision. I sped past him as Cals smacked into him. I jumped over Bruient, number 17, who had fallen backwards blocking. I stepped into THE END
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