Helping My Friend Play Soccer
Daniel, Age 11, San Pablo, California

It was one wonderful August. The day looked marvellous, the birds were chirping, the sun was bright like a sparkle. It started smelling weird because my baby sister had dirtied herself, but nothing would make it a bad day.

My friend Alfonso comes over to my house. He is tall - he is about five feet one. His hair is shinny like gold, he is skinny, and his eyes seemed to be saying, “Teach me how to play soccer.”

I said, “We can’t go, my mom is shopping, and my dad is working.”

There were cars passing by, and kids playing soccer on their yard. Alfonso and I went to go ask the kids if we can play and they said, “No we don’t want any little kids playing with us.”
We walked away. We went to my house and we entered my room. We were playing video games. Then someone knocked on the door real hard, like someone was playing the drums.

My other friend came over. His name is Miguel. He is nineteen years old, he is tall and his hair is black, his skin is caramel, his eyes are brown. He was wearing a white and blue jacket and black jeans. His eyes seemed to be saying, “Teach me how to play soccer.”

I asked, “Do you have driving license?”

He said, “Yes why?”

“Take us to the park.”

He said “Sure why not.”

I told my friend we were going to the park.

“Who is going to take us?” he asked.

“My friend Miguel.”

We got there, but I forgot the ball in the house. We asked everyone in the park if we could use their ball or if we could join their game, but they said “No!” I asked Miguel if we could go to the house and get the ball. He said “Sure,” but in a frustrated way.

When we got home I couldn’t find my ball. We looked everywhere until we found it. It was in my yard. We got in the car and we went back to the park. Then I started teaching them how to play soccer.

Weeks passed and I would still teach them soccer. They got better each week, and we started to play in a tournament. Me, Miguel, Alfonso, and my whole team won every single game. We went to the finals and it was a hard game, but we still won.

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