Personal Narrative On Baseball

Baseball I was scared and confused but the ball was coming straight for me and all I wanted to do was run. I didn’t think this was what my mom meant I couldn’t believe I was here. I didn’t know what I was getting into. The next thing I knew the stands were screaming. “I signed you up.” My mother stated bluntly
“For what?” I said confused
“I signed you up for baseball.” That’s when I remembered her asking me, and I said yes brushing it off without realizing what I had said. She told me that my first practice was in a couple of days, and I didn’t know what to say. I had forgotten all about this until now. Then next day in school, my classmate asked me about it,
“Olivia, did you sign up for baseball?” asked Skyler, my stomach dropped I didn’t know what else to say but

“I’m on your team, my grandpas the coach.” Oh no. The next thing I knew I was at practice, there was only two girls there and they weren’t on my team. I heard boys whispering “Dang it we have a girl.” I didn’t want to hear this when I was already so nervous about messing up, and the rest of the practice was a blur. We had about thirteen kids on the team. There were twelve more practices until the game. “I don’t want to do this anymore.” I expressed to my mother who was sitting at the table. “Why?” my mom asked challenging me to continue. “Because I’m not good at it.” I fired back, “You tried yet.” She pointed out, though I knew she was right I pleaded and pleaded not to go