The next day of school, I wasn’t as solitary since I had two friends, Zev and Colby. I began to hang out more with Zev, asking him to teach me how to play American Football. The sun was shining upon us, the wind blowing in my hair. I was wearing the plaid skirt and the button up Monday school uniform. Zev and I ran onto the fields, my skirt was flying backwards due to my running. We then dodged branches from the trees overhead and ran over roots that were sprouting on the floor. The blazing summer sun was burning my skin as I ran across the fields. Zev had a blue and green football in his hand, tossing it in the air, catching it.
The ball flew through the air in a perfect spiral. Woosh! The ball flew towards me. I made a triangle with both of my hands, with my thumb and index finger. Just as the ball slide half-way through the insides of my palm, I clamped down on it. A bright smile creeped up along my face, knowing that I had caught the rubber skinned football.
“Okay, now you need to learn how to throw it!” states Zev, the ‘coach’
I smiled, causing him to laugh. I looked away, giggling. I held the the ball so that my index and ring finger were crossed the laces. My thumb and my index finger made the shape of an “L”. I face Zev 90° away, pivoting my feet, pointing my left hand at Zev. I threw the ball, but it didn’t spiral enough. I landed two feet in front of Zev.
“Hey, Kat, this is your first time trying to throw a football right? Well, you did a good job! Let’s try it again, okay?”
“Sure thing! Practice only makes perfect, right?” my enthusiastic voice, ringing brightly.