Scary Soccer!

• Jasmine Lohman, Grade 5
• Poetry
• 2013

I sprint past all of the people in red and black shirts because they were on the other team. I swing my leg back and give the soccer ball a massive kick toward my best friend Katrina who was screaming, “I'm open! Kick it to me!” She quickly spun around and started kicking it toward the goal.
“Come on!” I scream.
In the background I hear my mum yelling, “GO IZZY!!” I spin around to see my mum. I wave to her and she waves back. A couple of rows behind her I notice there’s a creepy man dressed in black. He’s very hairy and has a beard. He sticks his fat hairy hand into his pocket and pulls out a lighter and a cigarette. While he’s smoking his coat rustled and there was a small pocket with a GUN sticking out!!! Oh no, he has a gun!
I try to relax. I know if I yell, "Gun!" he’ll just shoot. Suddenly I feel a thud on my shoulder. I spin around and realise it was the soccer ball. Oops.
I need to win the game and stop that guy from shooting. But how? I was trying to figure out what to do while kicking the ball. I give it a huge kick, it spins in the air and it hits my friend Luke right in his face! I gasp.
“TIME OUT!” I call several times. During the break I tell my mum what I saw. She says I'm just paranoid but I know what I saw. So I grab a hot dog and tell Katrina.
“WHAT!” she says. “Shhhhh,” I say. “Keep quiet. We need to think of a plan.” "Just use your mum's phone and call the police,” she says. “I can’t. Mum never lets me use her phone,” I hiss. "BACK ON FIELD!” says a voice through a megaphone. "Well have to talk later," I say.
I sprint back on the field and start playing. I pass the ball to Greg while sweat dribbles down my face and he kicks towards the goal but he misses. Now we’re losing by three! I groan. Suddenly I look up and see the man in black shove his huge hairy hand into his jacket and pull out the gun! I have the ball, I quickly pass the ball to Cass and sprint into the crowd. I jump over the fence and keep running. By now everyone’s staring at me I try to grab it out of his hand but while I do it he shoots me in the hand!
"Agggghhhhh!” I scream in pain, Mmum staring at me in shock, while she sprints up to me in her wedged heels. My hand is burning! But I grab the gun out of his hand and stomp on it until it breaks into small pieces. Everybody cheers and my mum calls the police and they give me $100 dollars! And we still won the game! It was an extremely adventurous day!