The Homecoming Game Hundreds of teens sat around in the blistering sun, full of energy and excitement. It was the homecoming game against Fort Zumwalt West, the score was 7:14, with Troy losing. I looked around me at my fellow classmates, and noticed that some people had little beads of sweat running down their foreheads, while others were sweating gallon buckets every minute. Sitting in a crowd of hot, nasty teens, I began to notice the pungent body odor coming from all around me. Unfortunately for me, the stench was so bad, that I felt as if I could taste it. Luckily for me, the smell of buttery popcorn and greasy hot dogs quickly distracted me. Then out of nowhere, the crowd roared to life, in honor of Troy making another touchdown.
The touchdown brought the score to a tie between the Trojans and the Wildcats. The second quarter felt like it was 10 years long, and the heat made it seem dreadfully longer. Fort Zumwalt West kept making touchdown after touchdown, gaining themselves more points and yards on the field. At that moment, I was tempted to leave, then remembered the main reason I came was to see my friends in the band play at half-time. “Bang! Crash!” The band began to march onto the field to perform their routine. Their performance was great, no one seemed out of place, or off key. Perfect rows of band members filled the field. As they played, their music filled the stadium, entertaining everyone from players, fans and everywhere in between. I was so proud of all my friends, as they finished up and filed off the field and back to the bleachers. As they all returned to the designated band section , I went over and began searching for my favorite clarinet player, Kaitlyn. We suddenly locked eyes, and she came up to met me because I couldn’t go past the yellow police tape surrounding the band section. “You guys were amazing as usual. I always love your “Where’s the Director” routine.” She looked at me and laughed. “You always say that!” We just look at each other and burst into one of our laughing fits. Seconds later, I realized that tons of people were staring at us, we looked at each other and again began laughing. Soon after, the rest of our friends joined us, and we all talked and enjoyed the rest of the afternoon. Nevertheless, our team may have lost, but due to great friends, I had an amazing freshman homecoming.
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
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