We were playing soccer. It was a Tuesday. Slightly cloudy day, a threat of rain on the horizon. We were ahead by a few points. I was off-guard. Little did I know that right behind me, Jacob was conspiring to bring me down. Literally. With a bit of footwork and surprise, I was tripped into a patch of spiky, itchy weeds. The field dissolved into anarchy as people started laughing, and others scored sneaky goals while everyone else was distracted.
Trying to apprehend my assailant, I grabbed the leg off the person closest to me, and flipped it over my shoulder. It turned out not to be Jacob, but Matthew who had been standing close by to me. He landed straight in the mud the field gets covered in when its wet. I felt a bit guilty, then reasoned he'd probably been laughing at me too. So it was ok. My short anger attack over, I decided to help him up, gave Jacob the 'evil eye', and continued playing.
I really like your story! Its very funny how you realized that even if you flipped Matthew, you still reasoned that it was o.k. Great job!
ResponderEliminarGood use of words man, though you could atleast change the color of the highlighted words (you know I have problems with my eyes...)
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