I walked onto the grass, as my mom was telling me to go to soccer tryouts. It's been a rough summer and now just getting into school and starting soccer already is pretty crazy to me. Hi, my name is Shelby Barnes i’m in the 9th grade at Dublin High School. I’ve been playing soccer since i was 6 years old,  and i'm going to tryout for the JV soccer team.
The first couple weeks of conditioning are pretty easy, running with the ball and passing it to our team players, and shooting goals to see if we are able to make the team. But our coaches aren't all you think they are. Jessica and Alex seniors on varsity. They are always playing us hard and they are always favoring people. For example, the first day of conditioning there were about 20 of us trying out for the soccer team, and you can tell by the way they talk and the way they look at people. To me it felt as if they were on favoring the good players and the “pretty girls”. Then the day came. Tryout.
“Shelby time to get ready for school and don't forget you have soccer tryouts today!”
“Okay mom, thanks for letting me know once again. But my ankle has been hurting ever since i fell down the stairs.” I said.
She hasn't said anything. 
I walk into first period and all i hear people talking about is the soccer tryouts and who they think is going to make the team, so by this time i'm really nervous because i dont think im good enough for the JV team because everyone else was really good at conditioning and also my ankle was still hurting. The day goes on, and i'm waiting for the bell to ring after 7th period so i can go to tryouts and get this over with. I’m in the locker room with one of my good friends Nicole, that's also trying out, and we are getting ready for the long 2 hours of tryouts. We are talking about how nervous we are about almost getting on the field to soccer tryouts. We all gather up on the field and Jessica and Alex are telling us what they want to see and how we are going to make the team.  A couple warm ups began and then we all started playing ten by ten. If you don't know what that mean it mean ten of us are playing against ten other players that are also trying out. As we are playing i trip over the ball, and fall really hard. At that point i thought i broke my ankle it hurt so bad.
“Can I please call my mom” I asked Alex.
“No, you'll be fine.” Alex said.
“But i think i just broke my ankle.” I replied.
“If you broke your ankle, you’d be crying.” said another player.
Too me it felt, I was getting picked on.
I told my mother to come pick me up and take me to the doctors to see if there was anything wrong with my ankle to see if i should try and still do soccer. That night we went to the doctors and i had broken my ankle and couldn't play soccer for the next 2 months. And that meant i couldn't try out for the team. It made me feel like i had no life, and soccer was very important to me. So i didn't want to have a cast for i just asked for a brase. The couple of days went past and it hurt to walk around, so i went and tried to kick the ball around and my ankle was still was hurting in a horrible pain, so i was using my other foot and tried avoiding my right ankle. It wasn't really working out how i wanted it too, i honestly just wanted to be better and play soccer.
Ever since my ankle started hurting my grades and how i felt with myself starting going downhill. Not really sure why, but they did. I didn't know weather to talk to someone about it because i also didn't know weather it was because i couldn't play soccer anymore or because i felt like i had no one to listen to or talk to about everything without getting picked on. So  i talked to Nicole about it and she told me to go talk to the coach about my ankle and say i can't play anymore because of that reason, even though i wanted to still play. Things just didn't feel right.