Tuesday, December 18, 2007

The Hat Shop

It was a hot August Saturday when I dashed into a store called Sports Hats Galore. I needed to get a hat for the Eagles game I was going to. They were playing Texas in the World Cup and we were late. I hurried over to a display of soccer team hats, pulled out a bright orange eagles hat, and put it on my head to try it on. POOF!

I opened my eyes and looked around dazed. Where am I? I wondered. I looked down at myself. YIKES! I nearlly jumped out of my skin. There I was, dressed in a bright oragne Eagles jersey with shin guards to match. "TWEET!" a sharp whistle made me look up just in time to see the Eagles defender get kicked in the shin hard. CRACK! I could hear the bone break all the way from the sidelines of the game. (That's where I knew I was now.) Then out of nowhere I heard a voice. "Oh no!: I barely heard it over the cries of "Auggh!" from the screaming man but it was there. I jerked my head up. It was the coach. "I tapped him on the shoulder. "Waht's the matter?" I asked. "The defender's replacment is out with measles," he sobbed, "we'll have to forfeit!" "I'll play!" I cried. I guess the coach was too suprised to notice I was a girl, he just didn't want to forfeit. "Okay, he said. "ALL RIGHT!" I cheered and headed for the defenders position.

"TWEET!" went the whisstle and there I was in the 4th quarter, the score 3-2, we were winning and a Texas offense coming towards me. HUH! Where did that come from? I looked around now very alert. Sure enough a Texas player was coming towards me. His eyes narrowed to slits and I followed his moves like a cobra sneaking up on a mouse. Suddenly, he tood one of those big bulky feet and slammed the ball towards me. My eyes flashed and as the ball came towards me, I smoothly ran to the side, and it seemed like I grabbed a bolt of lightning energy out of the sky.

I lifted the orange daouble knotted cleat and with all the muscles in my body, slammed the ball so hard it whammed into the other goal! The crowd gasped.

"GOAL!" cried the referee just as the clock buzzed the end of the game. "Woahh!" screamed the crowd. My teamates lifted me on their shoulders so fast my hat toppled off my head. POOF! Not again!

I opened my eyes. I was back in Sports Hats Galore sitting in the middle of a display of soccer hats. The cashier, a high school jock, looked at me and grinned. "Would you like to try another sports hat?" he asked smiling.

I shook my head anergitically. "No thank you." I said, and dashed out. As I ran home I thought one thing and only one thing. I'M NOT GOING IN THERE AGAIN!

2 comments:

Angel said...

Kayla,

God has given you a gift with writing. I like to see how you're using it to glorify Him.

I think you're a pretty neat kid, by the way!

Love,
Mom

therutledges blogspot said...

Makayla:

Very fun story to read!! Thanks for sharing it with all of us.

Can't wait to see you.

Grandma in MI