DING DING, my alarm clock went off. Yes, I think, as I wake up with golden brown waffles with glorious syrup . Today is the big day where my team and I go to HUB Cup for soccer.  I eagerly got up and checked on Youtube for my favorite youtubers.
“Come down, Joshua,” my mom said with excitement. As I slowly walked down the sunny and bright stairs, I start to see a distant shadow which I knew was my mom because my dad has gone to a business trip. My mom is always a very jolly and kind person except for when it comes down to injuries. If I get injured during soccer or anything, my mom is the first one to care for me and she is very worried in those matters.  At around 4:00 p.m. we have to leave for the game, so I have to train for it. My team and I know that we can win, and not to be c***y or anything, we will win because of me.
“Did you have your breakfast that I made for you, I put it upstairs next to your bed?” asked my mom.
“No, I don’t feel like eating today, I need to train, mom,” I said with discipline.
“Ok, then,” my mom said. “Now go brush your teeth and go outside to train, while I do the laundry,” said my mom.
“Ok,” I say as I run upstairs. I brushed my yellow and hideous to make them clean and white.  I put on my running clothes and go run outside. I’m going to run my best, I thought. As I head down the graceful and peaceful 24th street, I see James bullying another kid. James is a 8th grader at our school. He gets caught doing drugs all the time. Lots of punches were going down and he was getting threatened that he will be killed if he doesn’t give the bully 5 USD.  I can’t let James hurt this kid, I have to do something about it, I think as I go past them.
“Hey, you,” I say with nervousness.
“Me?” he says with a confused look.
“Yeah, why are you bullying that kid over there,” I say. 
“He’s not giving me the money I deserve!” he says like he’s the poorest person in the world. He starts to punch the other kid a little more.
“STOP,” I scream.
“You want punches?” he asks.
He walks up to me and slaps me on the face.
“ARGGHH,” I scream with pain.
I was really angry now. I don’t know what to do, I think in my head. With a fit of rage, I attack him with all of my might. He reacts with another punch and we start the fist fight. Other people from all around started to come outside and it was a “show” for them. I got hit in the head a few times, but it didn’t seem like much.   After a dreadful 20 seconds, serious people started breaking us up. We stopped the fight and I chose to go back home. I didn’t feel much like running after that, so I decided to take a stroll back to my house. As I enter the door of my house,  I feel a searing strike of pain near the top of my head. “MOOOOMMMM,” I say.
“Yes, dear,” my mom replies.
“I want to tell you som…” Should I tell her about it, I think in my head.
“What happened?” my mom asks with a weird look.
“I was going to go train for the game, and on the way I saw a James, a bully, he was beating up another kid and I decided to go help him, James beat me up and I think I hurt myself in the head.” I said with guilt.  I hope I can still play in the game, I think with hope.
“Let’s take you to the doctor right now!” my mom exclaims.  We head in my mom’s 2016 Toyota Corolla to my doctor, Dr. Mayr Dosh.  As I look at their logo, a blue cross, I see a very faded picture of us losing the match because I can’t play.  Dr. Dosh x-rays my head very thoroughly and sees a brain injury that is decently serious. 
“He has a Traumatic Brain Injury which is something you get when you get a blow to your head,” Dr Dosh says with a sigh. My mom was as still as a mouse hiding from a cat. She was in shock. “He cannot play any sports for at least 2 weeks,” Dr. Dosh says.  I have to take special care of my head and cannot play any sports for at least 2 weeks! This is going to be very bad!
I go back to my house in the same car. I felt very bad, and I started crying.
“Don’t cry, Joshua, It’s not your fault,” pitifully my mom says.  “I will let you go to your practice today, it is at 1:00 p.m.,” my mom says to make me feel better. It didn’t work, but I will accept to practice.  It was 12:00 at that time and the sun was directly overhead. I got ready for practice because the drive is 45 mins.  At practice, I show off my skills, but also conserve them at the same time. My mom had a pep talk with me, and told me not to play aggressively. I played fine.
“Joshua, you can play in the game,” my mom says with excitement.
“YES,” I scream with all the air in my lungs.  After practice, my mom decided to get me some McDonalds. Chicken nuggets are my favorite. Today was becoming the best day ever. We got home and because of all the excitement I was going crazy.  At 3:30, we left for the game. At the game, we put down our water bottles and go to the field to stretch and warm up.  We study the opponents very closely and it seems that they are very skilled at dribbling and are not very good at passing. That is their weakness, so we have to use their weaknesses to our advantage. Our weakness is dribbling, I think.
“We have to pass effectively, and outsmart them,” I say solemnly.  The game starts and I have butterflies in my stomach. This always happens before games and messes me up, but I have to overcome my fright of starting the game.  I pass the ball up to my teammate, Joey. Joey takes the ball dribbles it down the side and passes it to me. I score and the crowd goes wild. They dribble the ball down the center and take the shot. They miss by 3 centimeters and we are so thankful of that. A few of our failed attempts later, they come really close to scoring and it rebounds of our goalie. No one goes for the ball and their best player shoots and scores. The score is 1-1. Our 2nd and 3rd best strikers go in for a very precise attack.
“Pass,” our 2nd best striker, Jamie, screams.  Our 3rd best striker crosses it from the side and Jamie scores! The game was now 2-1 and we were confident that we were going to win. Even they think they have no chance, until their best player, again,  decides to go in for a very offensive attack and scores a goal.
“2-2,” says the ref with such excitement despite his age. With 2 seconds left in the 3rd quarter, we knew we had to stop and make a plan.  This plan is never going to work, but I will give it a shot, I think. The plan was to play full offensive and have no defense. Everyone is either midfield or striker. The worst person on our team somehow gets the ball and does this amazing pass to me that no one has ever seen before. I take the ball, dribble it up, and I’m about to take the shot, but I get dizzy. I fall to the ground screaming in pain and everyone stops and looks at me. This was a multi collage of pain and nervousness. People looking at me like I’m stupid and people feeling bad for me because I’m in so much pain.  This was not the other team’s fault so they don’t receive a penalty. The game is tied 2-2 and it ends. Everyone on the team is depressed and pretty angry at me.
“We could’ve won that game!” exclaims one.
“Yeah, we were doing great,” says another. I am very angry at myself. Why did I have to protect that kid? Why did I pick a fight with James? What was I thinking going into that situation? I keep questioning myself. After a while of judging, I make the decision of not wanting to play soccer again.  John and Jeff, my friends, hear about my decision and do not like it at all. They know how great of a soccer player I am, and are not the type of friends that don’t care about each other. They cheer me up and persuade me to change my decision of not playing soccer again.
“Soccer is not my thing,” I say with no hope.