Personal Narrative Fiction

Sun rays shine into my eyes, blinding me by the second. I sat up looking around my board room, the Neutral color could change any mood. I then saw my brother shaking me, “Priscilla, wake up!” Brett, my brother, hollered at me. “Chill, Brett,” I moaned, “what do you need?” I sat up, I closed my eyes for two minutes, at least I tried to sleep. He spun a football in his hands. I could hint that he wanted me to play football with him. “Pason and I, are going to play tackle football. Want to join?” Brett questioned. I groan getting out of bed, then stepping to the side as I walked over to my turquoise shoes. I look up and mumble, “I’ll join you guys outside.” He nods, walking out of my room, I heard Brett staggered down the stairs.

I form a triangle with the tips of my fingers, and caught it in a matter of seconds. “Let’s get started, Pill do you want to be all-time QB?” Brett questioned. I bob my head up and down, taking my place in the game. So exhausted I didn’t even care anymore.

“I’m fine with whatever position in the game,” I declared to Brett. I grab the ball, apparently Brett and I started first. “Set hut!” I yell, Brett makes his way to Pason, Brett moved from side to side. He nudged Pason to the left, and ran straight to the right. Brett now is wide open, I take no second chance. I throw the football making it spin perfectly towards Brett. He caught it. I do a little mental dance in my head. He turns, sprinting for the fence where the goal mark stood.

“Nice throw, Pill!” Brett exclaimed, having a grin on his face. I give a small smile to him, catching the ball, he had thrown to me. I then walk over to where Brett's goal stood. I purposely stood under the tree where the sun didn’t hit

“Go!” I exclaim, Pason runs juking out Brett. Therefore, Brett slipped in the mud, and laid on his back. I could see a stain on the bottom of his blue shirt. Pason and I roar with laughter, “Wow,” I commented, I snicker evilly. Pason teased Brett about his graceful fall. “Come on, big boy!” Pason teased. I absolutely hated that word, they said it way too much. Now it’s annoying! Pason stalked towards the goal, taking his time like there’s no care in the world. Brett of course got annoyed and jump up from his spot. Rushing towards Pason, he almost tackled him, but Pason already scored his touchdown. The final score of the game ended as, twenty-seven to thirty-five. We stopped the game, due to Pason falling or getting pushed by Brett into a thorn bush. Pason caught the ball I threw to him, but unfortunately Pason got pushed over. Causing him to fall straight into the bush of a thousand thorns, that would feel like needles stabbing at you. Brett grabbed the hose to wash off the blood from the cuts. We finally rinsed the dirt, mud, and blood off. Brett betrayed us by, spraying Pason and I getting both of us mildly wet. He dropped the hose, and I grab the hose, I walk to Brett sprayed him in the face. We ended our fun, and dried