Two Pictures Assignment

Partner: Kaela-Cachola Tom
          Patrick always comes by with his bicycle, selling popsicles. Miranda always ordered the same thing, everyday. The "froze toes." He came by one day and realized it was raining and pulled out an umbrella to protect her from getting wet. She got a call from Bob Hamburg's nephew Ben, since he died when Miranda was there to audition for a part in his next upcoming "movie." He offered her to talk to Bob's funeral, since they were "really close." She was also offered a job, since Ben was in the industry, insisting that if she was interested she'd be able to be in the limelight. She misunderstood what he was saying and didn't accept it. "I said I'm an actor, I don't want some industrial job" Miranda said. If she didn't misunderstand his deal she would be acting with celebrities, and living her dream. But unfortunately, she didn't.

          I was getting ready to play for the Rio Olympics, nothing was going to stop me. I got out there, with my tennis racket, my hat, and my confidence. My adrenaline was rushing, and I was ready to show the crowd what I'm good at. I was ready to show the people watching at home, on their TVs how good I was at my talent. I threw the ball in the air and hit it back and forth until I watched the other opponent lose their balance and fail to hit it back. It was a tied score, 18 to 18. I watched as my opponent threw the ball in the air and hit it towards me. I hit it back, hoping it would catch my opponent off guard just once more, while the time was ticking. I hit the ball back and everything went in slow motion. "Three! Two! One!" the crowd chanted. I heard them cheer once more, as I looked over to the score board, seeing that I won. I beat my opponent. I threw up a fist, shouting and yelling, while the crowd cheered once more. This night was a night to remember.