The jeers from the opponents were unbearably disrespectful. Calmly, she took aim and pitched, hitting their batter right on the ankle bone and smiled as the batter cringed in pain and the opponents fell into shocked silence.
Haha. Alright. This is more of a confession than a story. I did this when I was 14 years old, and till this day I still remember which was the team who was being ‘unbearably disrespectful’ and the names and things they called me while I was standing on the pitcher’s plate, stressed out and anxious. I’m not saying I had tons of sportsmanship for doing that; I realized I was no better than them the moment I did it (there was a huge sense of satisfaction, nonetheless, because they dared not jeer me for the rest of the game anymore), so I never did that again . Not that I met any other teams like them though.
Moral of the story: be nice, play nice. have sportsmanship.
He hurled the little girl’s toy into the sand pit a distance away. Then while she went to retrieve it, he dragged up a chair and watched as she sank in the quicksand.
Two grave diggers were digging hard one hot afternoon. “Keep it down, we’re trying to sleep here,” came a muffled voice from the freshly dug grave next to them.
Ellie drew her coat closer nervously, squeezing back into the closet a much as she could when she heard someone moving in the room. When the lights were switched on, she sprang out with a loud chorus of ‘Happy Birthday’ for her cousin.
Dedicated to my beloved cousin, Heng Shun. Happy Birthday!
Josie fell asleep during History lecture and dreamed that she threw her shoe at her lecturer, hitting him in the face. When she woke up, she found the lecturer, bruised in the forehead, holding her shoe and staring at her from the front of the lecture theater.
When the shooting star streaked across the sky, she asked him to close his eyes. Then she leaned towards him and spat him in the face.
Delilah twisted her ankle while practicing the pirouette. She sawed it off and fed it to her pet piranha.