EXT. ALUMNI FIELD- DAY
The air was
brisk, and the crowd was roaring. Birds
were chirping and flying around to get to their nests to sleep. The clouds started moving faster
overhead. Crisp chattering, loud
cheering and chanting happened all around. The scoreboard was 3-4 and everyone was going wild.
GRANDMA IN
STANDS
C’mon girls!
It’s no time to be ladies out there! Spread your legs open and go for the
ball!!
OTHERS
CHEERING
GO K U!! You
can do it! Let’s get this win!
The clock on
the scoreboards counts down rapidly, intensifying all of the players’
moods. Number four takes one big
swing of her lacrosse stick and hits the ball with all her power.
Just than,
the train horn whistles as it nears the station that’s close by.
BEEEEEEEEEPP
Number four made
it in the goal with seconds to spare.
The score is now tied at 4-4.
It’s only half time.
INT. HARWOOD ARENA-DAY
Parents
scatter about like bugs on a rampant.
Calling relatives, scavenging for food, waiting in the endless bathroom
line, and warming up their bodies before going back in the frigid metal bleachers. The daylight was fading. Night was taking over and the growing
clouds masked any sunlight left.
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