creative writing

Soccer

It’s the end of a long day of school and soccer. The day hadn’t been different then any other. I worked on an essay first period. I had a quiz on how a bill becomes a law in second period government. I read about earthquakes in third period AP environmental science. Fourth period I worked on some extremely hard calculus. Then fifth was study hall so I worked on a vocab sheet. That’s a basic school day. I just had soccer, which was the only thing that excited me. All the adrenaline from soccer was still there when I was home. That was torture because spending time with family is boring when I can’t spend time with friends to liven up my life. One plus was that it was the beginning of the weekend. I was looking forward to getting all of my sleep. So eventually I went to sleep.
It was only a few seconds into my slumber from my perspective but in reality it was a few hours when I started to hear noises. There was a bang … then a five second break then another bang. The noise was not stopping. So I decided that I should go check it out so I will get all my precious sleep. I forced myself to stand and leave the relaxing bliss of my comfy bed and I went to investigate these odd but familiar noises. I quickly walked down stairs as the noises got louder and faster as I got closer and closer. At the time I couldn’t tell why but the noises reminded me of soccer, they made me want to play. I was oddly relaxed as I walked downstairs. Maybe it was because I was in a tired daze and I wasn’t to get back to my sleep. The basement was dark. There was only one small ray of light where I was standing. I very nonchalantly said "is there anyone there?" the only response I got was a soccer ball that rolled to my feet. There was something off about this soccer ball so I very stylishly juggled the ball up to my hands to check it out. It had the outline of a face on it. I immediately dropped the ball and jolted upstairs. Soccer balls, plain and simple, don’t have faces on them. That’s just the way it is. I tried convincing myself that I didn’t see anything but I couldn’t do it. The sight was just too real, that’s the best word I can use to describe it. I hid under my bed sheets and forced myself back to sleep.
In the morning I told my mom about my adventure. She immediately dismissed it as just a dream. I even told my little brother and all he said was "Justin, soccer balls don’t have faces, silly" I was told that by a seven year old. He thinks Disney movies are all based on true stories and he would believe me on this. So decided I would just go check it out on my own again at 2 am. The only difference is that this time I made sure I wasn’t going to run away in fear. So I set my phone alarm clock for 2 am the next morning.
That night I woke up at 1:59 am o that banging sound again. Before I went downstairs I turned off my 2 o clock alarm which didn’t matter at that point. As I slowly walked downstairs again the banging got louder and louder until the soccer ball came at me again. This time the ball was a lot faster and it hit me in the head. It was annoying but I could take it with all my heading ability that I got from my soccer experience.
A ghost reveled itself to me. It must love soccer because apparently it has been kicking the soccer ball against the wall to make that sound, and on top of that it also took the form of Lionel Messi. Lionel Messi is my favorite soccer player so I immediately wanted to play soccer with the ghost and I got my wish. The ghost asked me in an eerie voice "Play me one on one and if you lose then you have to leave this house."
I agreed to the terms and I added some of my own. "If I win" I said "you stop waking me up at night and play soccer with me during thee day."
My basement has a cold cement floor but it quickly changed to a small field, the perfect size for one on one. We took his face ball which was now normal because it was his face that possessed the ball. He started with it. He was good but he was no Lionel Messi. The only thing he had to his advantage was the fact that he was a ghost. He had the ability to teleport on the field. The game when on for full time and after many humiliating nutmegs I did to him (putting the ball between the legs of the opponent and getting the ball again after they have passed through) the game was still 0-0. we did penalty kicks to break the tie. We still went 0-0 until my fifth kick. I had a plan but I had to do it perfectly for it to work if I shot on target he would block it so I couldn’t do that. He was also trying to make sure the ball wouldn’t go in so I knew he couldn’t use any ghost powers, like diapering so it goes though him. That would be great but it won’t happen. After all my planning I kicked the ball. It flew slightly away from the goal and the ghost laughed. "You missed" he yelled. But immediately after his bragging I heard a noise that went "PINK". The ghost was hit in the head and the soccer ball slowly rolled in the goal. My plan worked. I hit it far enough that he though it wouldn’t go in but I put the biggest curve on the ball that I have ever done. It bounced off the post and banked off his head and into the goal.
The rest of the weekend I got all my sleep. My soccer team and I played soccer and used the ghost as a practice goalie.

too many blogs

i have fun out of things to say. many interesting thing are happening to me but these storys i can not tell on this websit. so i guess ill talk more about the fact that there are too many blogs and its weird to think that we are just around half way through. it seams like awsome i finished half of them but its also that there is still the other half to go. i wont end the goal that im gonna talk about soccer in all of these blogs so now im on a soccer indoor adult leage and monday i had a game. we acually have four girls on our team but none of them came to the game. so we had to play a player down. one of the players on the team called a girl who came to the game and played for us but we still had to play a person down becasue we were suposed to have two girls. woh, i found something to wriite abut

Sports Can Heal

Sports are played for many reasons. Some people play for fun for themselves, others play for the entertainment for other who will watch it later on the television. Some play for paychecks, which I hope to be doing in about 4 to 8 years. But for now one of the reasons I play soccer, which is the only sport that matters to me, is to heal myself, not physically of course but mentally. If I ever feel depressed then I just go outside and practice soccer. Even though soccer is the only sport that matters I’m sure this would work with other sports too like basketball or football.

Now when I say this I do not mean that just watching a sport can really brighten your day. I mean as long as it isn’t your favorite team verses their rivals in a big game, a more reliable way is to play the sport in person, and love to play it. Like I love playing soccer so I go outside and practice shooting or dribbling. That’s the practice I put in to get my hopes up that some day I will go pro. It would be even better if I were in the next world cup or even the one after that. So I love playing soccer and I even love practicing soccer so its real easy for me to go practice about 5 hours a day. Its really easy for me to almost fell like nothing else exists beside my soccer ball and I. It is a really relaxing and calming feeling.

One day about two years ago my great grandma died. On the day after my great grandmas death I went outside and practiced juggling for about 9 hours in one day. Afterwards my mom asked me very gently “Are you ok?” she said.          

I responded saying “Actually yeah”. I didn’t say that because I was some complete jerk and I didn’t mourn the death of my great grandma. I said that because I mourned her in the best way I could think of, by practicing soccer non-stop in a whole day. It got me out of my depressed mood. I also did that for a month after I didn’t make the high school soccer team each year. I know that s crazy with this training schedule I give to myself. It just renews my love for soccer each time.

It is a crazy training schedule because I go out to practice soccer for fun after I renew my love for it. So usually when I practice I juggle which, by the way, it means that I try to keep the ball in the air for as long as I can and I can touch it with my feet, knees, shoulders, and head as many times as I can. My record for that at the beginning of my freshmen year was just about 8. That record really sucked. But now it is exactly 741 times touching the ball before it drops to the ground is the most I’ve ever done. So this practicing really has paid off. My best friend on my select soccer teams juggling record is only 60.

So this helps me out in a copious amount of ways. It relives me when I’m felling depressed or stressed. It also helps me just because I like to practice and I like the fact that practice make perfect and I feel pretty close to perfect.   

           

sucky blogs

this writing thing every sunday is geting annoying. i think i started out strong but its starting to die down with my creativity. i wonder would i get in trouble if i just repeated 1 word the whole blog. word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word word. is that enought that it takes up space but still isnt the whole blog. well now i dont know what to put. i think im doing pretty good for not having any ideas of what to write. well i have to say something about soccer in every blog so soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccer soccr soccer soccer soccer soccer. now ive got a game, can you find the spelling mistake in all of the soccers i typed?

cold sucks

i hate the cold, esspecially durring a soccer game. all of my blogs are alwasy going to have something to do with soccer by the way. so like every sunday i had a soccer game the only new thing was that it was freezing. this time the score endedd up being 9-1. i scored twice and had a assist. this one jerk on the other team got ticked that i was running circles around his whole team so he fouled me twice. like he just came and straight ulp shoved me. he didnt get carded though because it was their home fields that we played on. i got up and got in his face about it though, that was fun. i also flicked him off as i drove away from the fields. so over all it was a fun game except for the cold.

responce

http://januarytwentysixth.blogspot.com/2010/09/92310.html

cici's bathroom incadent

i went to cici's pizza like i aways do after my soccer team demolishes another and i had the weirdest experence ever in the bathroom. so i walked in there and the urinal (you know what i mean even though i probably spelled it wrong) was shut down. so i opend up the stall door because it wasnt locked and there was a short but huge black man in there who just glared at me. i was like "oh sorry" and walked away while still looking at the stall door. the man came to the stall door and pulled it shut by a coat hanger,after glareing at me some more. which brings up another point; why do they have a coat hanger on the door. i dont think anyone would think that it would be clean to put your coat there so i wouldnt use it. but back to my other point, the man finnaly finished and came out so i went in and when i came out he was stilll wasing his hands. he also took forever drying them. i had a really ackward hand washing while i finished all my buisness and got out of there before he did. it was still weird casue he left right after me so i had him right behind me during my whole walk in that hallway that is beside the game room.