This was a creative writing assignment for my rhetoric and composition class. We had to write about any personal experience. This is about a soccer game played in HS.

Snow fluttered to the ground and I pulled my flimsy coat closer to guard against the blister chill. Even though the little goblins and ghouls had only just received their annual treats; winter was already wrapping it's bitterly cold hands around me. We marched up to our frozen field to meet our adversaries as we shivered in our navy blue shorts. We could feel their eyes warily look at us with scorn as if this …

…periods, and finally through a five shot soccer shootout. And we rose above all the predetermined ideas about us. We didn't suck because we were co-ed. We weren't horrible because of our ranking. And we weren't just Warren Tech, the school full of "druggy, burnout losers." We were the victorious Knights, marching proudly down the hill in our royal blue uniforms. And as I looked upwards to the sky I noticed- the snow had stopped.