High School Wrestling Team: A Short Story

A couple weeks or so into my Freshman year on the Hurricane High School wrestling team, I was sitting in class taking a test. I glanced down to check the time, when a call came in from my brother… My heart dropped, I got a stomach full of butterflies. The only time he contacts me is when something is wrong, I answer my phone expecting the worst…But he spits out “you can have lunch today, don’t worry about your weight…” Then hung up the phone. I had the most confused look on my face, but was excited that I was able to eat. Later on during the day my mom called, “So I guess you agreed to going 120’s?”
Confused i replied, “what are you talking about..?”
“Didn’t Trey get ahold of you?” She asked.
“All he said was that I can eat, and don’t worry

Due to the fact that I had to wrestle up two weight classes. When I got home after school, i jumped on the scale as I usually do before a duel. I glimpsed down, standing there wondering what I was going to do… I Weighed 108.2, I was 11.8 pounds under. An hour or so later we came back and started setting up… It seemed like it was just a blink of an eye before weigh ins… I once again hopped onto the scale, weighing less than I did earlier, the other coach looked at me confused,

It was almost time to start the duel, calling out names out. Shaking hands about to start, it seemed as if the two guys before me hard their matches done in a blink of an eye… It was my turn, they called out “Charlee Abbott, Keyshaum Campbell..” We step out on the mat. The spotlight was on us… Our feet on our lines, it was like a race was about to start… But instead of just a normal race, it was a battle to make it to that 2 minute buzzer. We shook hands, and the battle had begun… The team depend on me for points, but doubted me on proceeding to get them. But, I was told to just do my best. An within that match, that indeed was what I did, now that it’s over I feel that I could have done better. I believe that I could have lasted longer, I could have stalled out those last 20 seconds and made it to the second round. However, biggest regret before my match was I got to head strong before stepping out on the mat. His arm was like a weight being thrown onto the back of my neck. Then his foot came and swept my feet out from under me. Then came the funk roll, yet I saw it coming. He began to get extraordinarily frustrated with me, due to my flexibility. Keyshaum then tried to banana split me, the image that popped in your mind is most likely completely wrong. It is not sweet in any way, it is very painful. Yes indeed the word split in the name is pretty much what they try and do. But once again, due to my flexibility and my knowledge of knowing how