"Al right girls, me and the other coaches has been watching the other teams pitcher, and she is really fast, but really wild. So be watchful, only hit the balls that are by your chest.""Yes coach." Everyone replied.
I was finally up to bat, I was so scared, I did not want to get struck out. Or even worse, hurt, because if this girl who is pitching right now, that would hurt.
The pitcher just hit me in the ankle, it really hurts."Emma are you okay? You will be okay, would you like to walk to first place?" My dad asked.I shook my head, no. My dad carried me in because I could not walk on my ankle.
My coach brought me some a ice pack, it felt like I sprained my ankle."Just drink some water, I know it hurts, but you are going to be okay, keep that ice pack on for a while.""Okay, am I going to be able to play the rest of the game?" I asked him sniffling.
I just sat on the bench cheering my teammates on. Resting my ankle. People the whole time were talking to me, about how my ankle felt. Soon the game was done.
We won against Pymouth, yeah, me and my dad were walking out to the van, my mom and two brothers were already in the van. I finally stopped crying we had the ice pack strapped to my ankle. Now I know to always be prepared.