The Soccer Game

I stared down, angrily looking at the mud, brown soil.It was all wet, not even a single square inch of dryness. This was a very bad thing, our cleats would get stuck in. And because of this, we were losing to the great Green Ninjas, our soccer rivals, 4-2. This had happened since they had plenty of tall, fast strikers at their disposal. But me, I was the only striker for my team. I knew I shouldnt give up just because they had better players. So, I only had one route to go, and that was to try my hardest. The refs whistle vigorously screeched, motioning a free-kick for our team. I ran closer to give my goalie an option to pass to, but instead, the ball had run its way to the other team. Their striker charged in, guaranteed that he was going to make a goal.But this was not according to the script. Our agile goalie was able to block the shot and cradled the ball into his giant-like arms. I raced back to half-field, signaling to pass the ball to me.The goalkeeper listened and I was able to trap the ball. I juked around the only defender lingering around me. He became utterly confused and gave me a chance to run into the eighteen yard box. However, the wet soggy ground was holding me back with its large hands.Fortunately, this was happening to the defender too! Finally, I got into the box, and pulled my leg back, only to make a thundering shot into the upper right corner. Goooaaaall!l the referee announced. The other team now had a trail of fire behind their bodies, knowing they had to finish the game off quickly. Therefore, Ian, one of their tallest players, shot at goal, happily hoping to make it. Luckily our agile goalie, grabbed the ball from the air and punted it to me. Again, I raced into the box and shot. The wind pushed the ball slowly back, and the goalie pushed the ball out for a corner. Geovanni, whipped the ball in, creating a massive danger for the goalkeeper, and his defenders. The ball was flying to me , so at the precise moment, I vollied the ball into the back net.My teammates bombared me with high-fives, plenty of them. Again, I was able to make my team proud. This comes to prove that when you are competitive, you will be able to succeed.

Fifa 13

I sat trembling on the beige microfiber couch, peering over my shoulder only to see an opponent, my brother. We were having a contest, which was nothing out of the blue for us, but this time, it was for Fifa 13. Now, it was something to talk about. My brother and I both played this game very well. Sometimes, he would be able to win, and sometimes I. So we both had to play with our A-game. My brother had chosen his team, the strong Manchester United. And I had chosen mine, the ferocious Real Madrid. This was going to be a very good match up. The whistle blew, signaling kick-off between the teams. I moved the ball forward, and was able to remain with the possession for thirty seconds. The my brother obtained possession of the ball, and bombarded in at goal. And before I knew it, I was losing 0-1. I stared in sheer anger and devastation. The dark area of the basement promoted this nasty feeling. Even the sweet smell of food coming from my moms cookin, couldnt revitalize me. I knew I had to try my hardest and maybe, just maybe, I could win. I resumed game play, and lobbed the ball to one of my wingers, Ronaldo. He burst to the goal and pulled a shot off. Luckily, the ball managed to go in. The camera zoomed in at his face, showing all the sweat. It streamed down in a fast manner, looking so real, I could almost smell it. Like burning rubber mixed with muddy dirt. My brother was now infuriated, and wouldnt give a moment for my goalkeeper, Iker Casillas, to rest. Shot after shot, the ball rained in on goal. Fortunately, my goalie blocked these shots. Occasionally, I was able to get a ball through the strong United defense, but it was of no use. The ball would just go out of play. The game continued on like this for thirty more minutes. Frustration and disappointment were the only things that ran through our minds during the eightieth minute. I could sense this by the rash way my brother took shots at goal. Unluckily, one shot was able to go in behind the outstretched arms of my goalkeeper. I had lost the game and now it was official. But in the end, I didnt have a super strong urge to win, and didnt. Thus relating to my point, competitiveness can lead to success.

My Endurance Run

Standing on the forest green grass, I picked my stopwatch. It was black, darker than midnight. I checked to see if it was working. Just fine. My classmates and I were doing the mile run. It took place on the football field, where we had to run around four well distanced cones. Pace, not race!Okay, ready, set, go! Mrs. Drach-Parker announced, stopwatch in hand. Ethan took the lead, Nick following closely behind. I was with Karan, my pacing partner. My sore legs didn't help to pace, it only kept me behind Karan and the others. As I got around the third cone, I was already limping. I pushed my body and raced towards the fourth cone, the final one of this lap. Karan was a few feet ahead of me, encouraging me to run even faster.Somehow, I did! But still was no where near the others. As I got around the cone , I glanced at the stopwatch. 00:02:47 it read. I knew I wouldnt be able to get my goal now, seven minutes and fifty seven seconds, but still gave my best. My partner was out of sight now. Definitely, I had no way of getting to him. Now, I was really nervous. I couldnt obtain my goal and that was for sure. Knowing I shouldn't give up, I pushed my hardest.Luckily, I was able to reach a few yards behind my partner. I rounded about the sand pit, heading towards freedom.My legs ran as fast as they could, and finally, I reached the finish cone.Mrs.Drach-Parker told me I ran a Nine minute and forty eight second mile. This wasnt that bad really, but for me that was horrible. I had gotten seven minutes and fifty seven seconds last time, and now, I was just plain ashamed. Im coming to believe the urge to compete with yourself can help you succeed.

Science Jeopardy

Suhas and James, Mrs. McFarlane called us both up to the podium. This was actually the front of the room. It was clear of tables and chairs, so nothing could possibly get in our way. We were playing Science Jeopardy in our homeroom class. We had a big test coming up, and therefore, wanted to study for it. The game was really simple to play. When your name is called, you go up to the podium, and answer a question before your opponent. If you get it right, you get points. The harder a question, the ,more points you get. The easier a question, the less questions you get. And if you get it wrong, the other team has a chance to answer. The score was close now, our team having a slight advantage of one hundred points. So, I decided to pick a harder question, worth five hundred points. I knew if we got it right, the other team would have no chance of coming back. The question was about meteors, and meteorites. Unfortunately, my opponent raised his hand before mine. All I heard was a mix of mumbled words, which couldnt be clearly heard by my loudly thumping heart. Luckily, I was able to pick up the last word, which was, wrong.A wave of relief fled through my body, calming it down. Suhas do you know the answer?my teacher repeated. I was so engrossed in my relief, I hadnt heard her. Yes! I answered this time. I told her my answer, clearly and slowly. Hopefully, the hours of studying had payed off. Fortunately, my answer was correct, which realized when a crowd of cheers went through my side of the team. I was happy that I wouldnt be the person who would get it wrong. Okay now! Blue team, you have won! the teacher announced in her hosts voice.Immediately, the cheers appeared again.I congratulated my team and the other team for trying their hardest. Afterall, I had wanted to win and did. This comes to prove, if you are competitive between yourself and others, you can make a master plan for success.

The Chess Game

I glared across to my opponent, frustration in my dark brown eyes. But no, he wasnt only my opponent, he was my enemy, who tried to capture my king. I moved my Queen up to attack, but only to be blocked by his only bishop. If, I took his piece, I would be captured. I considered my options with a serious train of thought, knowing one wrong move would result as a loss. The gears in my brain moved as fast as a speeding car, working their hardest, to find the right choice. I had found my only option, and that was to move my King. This was in check already. My hands heavily trembled as I moved this piece, super scared like a child on Halloween night. Luckily, I was able to get safe. But that wasnt for a long time.My enemy moved and was able to promote his Pawn to a second Queen. A faint odor of defeat came my way now, motioning me to give up. But i knew, I only had to try harder and be more competitive. I tried evading his Queens, and finally, was even able to get one. I considered this as a major success looking at the less amount of pieces I had. This motivated me to keep moving my Pawns up, since I would be able to promote them to Queens. In a few moves, I was able to do this, but the Queen was immediately taken by James ravenous Rook. Nervousness started to fill me up, like helium into a balloon. Scared, I retreated all my pieces, except the Pawns, to create a barrier around my King. One by one, James moved his pieces around my King, and skirted the boundary. He took my Bishop. Now, I was in checkmate. I stared down, sad, that I had lost. Super sad. Even though I had been checkmated, it only motivated me more to try my hardest, and be more competitive.

Speedball

I walked into the bright illuminate gymnasium, leading my other classmates in. Today we are going to play speedball! The words came out of the P.E. teacher as fast as a snake reaching to attack. Speedball was my favorite sport to play in the gym. It improved hand-eye coordination, as well as team- building skills. This was a very easy game to play, and went along with the rules of handball. You had to hit the ball at a mat. To do this, you could pass to one of three other players on your team. Also, you could only use your hands. If you were caught using your feet, the other team would gain possession of the ball. I was a clown on the pitch, fooling around. I had a feeling we would definitely win. But that was currently wrong. We were losing 0-1. This was because they had plenty of tall, good players,Jon, Ethan, and Ethan. We also had these type of players on our team. We just werent clicking together. This resulting in a bad start. Mrs. Drach-Parkers whistle blew, and I jumped into the air, trying to catch the ball she had just thrown. I was able to tip the ball to Nick. He then passed to Sameen, who passed to me. Just like that, we had confused the goal -keeper, who was blocking the goal. So, I chucked the ball at the goal. It hit! High-fives were given which sounded like quiet thunder in the slightly echoing gym. Play of game started soon after, again, our team gaining possession. After doing this, we passed, trying to calm our violently beating hearts. This was able to help us greatly. And because of this, we were finally able to get another goal. This built our motivation. Therefore, another ball didnt go through our defense. In the end, the urge to succeed, competitiveness, helped us win.