WE started the game and I got the ball. And I was sprinting down the wing and someone caught up to me so had to go fast pace. He went slide tackled me and it felt like I had no legs. I was off for the whole match and I was still lying beside the wing and my mum pick me up and took me off the pitch and I was still crying off the pitch. And mum took me home.
The music reminded me of a funeral,in the war and a movie.
This is my emotive writing and I had to write about what it feels like to be in something.
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