Personal Narrative: Joining The School Soccer Team

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It was a chilly and calm evening when I observed my brothers and his friends play soccer. I watched them deluge with sweat as they thrust each other while dribbling the soccer ball. Witnessing their thrilling and electrifying game has emboldened my heart to yearn to play soccer. I hastily scrambled home that evening to ask my parent if I could join the school soccer team. My parent and my uncle were sitting in our living room sipping tea when I erupted through the door that I nearly asunder the whole house. I was catching my breath as I blurted out my request. My enthusiasm and my excitement were quickly obliterated by my disappointment when I heard their answer. My parent had told me to just focus on getting good grades, and on top

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