There was only a few seconds left in the championship game, when I scored! I practiced and perfected that shot in practice, and it had finally payed off. It was the best feeling in the world. I had butterflies in my stomach, my heart was beating out of control, and I couldn't stop smiling! The crowd roared and yelled my name. Moments like these were the reason why I loved playing soccer.

I thought it was just another day at the beach when I saw her. She was just floating there, not moving, not breathing. My heart felt like it was going to explode out of my chest as I swam to save her. We were pretty far out, and I didn't know if I could pull her all the way back to shore. My legs and arms were sore and weak from treading water for so long. I felt like I was going to die, and it became harder and harder to breathe. I knew that time was running out and I had to do something. My legs were too weak to move so I screamed and shouted for help, hoping someone would hear.