Personal Narrative: Jv's Turn For Uniforms

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Before practice, I waited anxiously outside the uniform closet as Varsity chose their jersey number. I was not expecting to get my jersey that day, as I did not yet tryout for the school softball team because of a previous injury. I stood with the team, joking around with the girls. I was laughing and having fun, but inside, I was bummed. I was not part of the team, and I did not feel apart of the team. It made me feel a little uncomfortable. Girls were arguing about what number they were going to choose, and who was going to get what number, and what size jersey they were going to get. But I just watched. Varsity finished up and it was now JV's turn for uniforms. "JV, get in alphabetical order of last name. Juniors in the front, then

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