Slice of Life

The cool wind that chills us turns into beating sun so quickly that we do not even notice. We are too busy inching towards the edge of our seats waiting for the game too begin. The whistle is blown and all we can see is blurs of black, yellow, red, and white, but only black and yellow is scoring. My sister whips her stick and the bright lime green lacrosse ball goes racing past the goalie. In the end the score is 23 to 0 with my sister scoring many of the points. Her team won her whole tournament.