ASHER
It was the summer of 2012 when it all happened. I had a frisbee tournament to play all the way at Pine Ridge against the Bubble Guppies. As soon as we arrived, I jumped out of the car to join my team.
"Hey Asher, hurry up so we can do warm ups!"
That was Coach Cam. He is a 47 year old Vietnamese man who dedicated his entire life to frisbee. He can be scary and ruthless at times, but he is a man full of passion and love. He is more like a father to me than my actual one.
Ever since I was born, my father and I have not had a good relationship. He was not supportive of my dream to become a frisbee sensation. Instead, he would yell at me and tell me that frisbee isn't an actual sport and that I should focus on taking over his business.
When I'm down, I would write songs and sing along to them with my guitar. My mom and my little sister, Rose, were the only ones who knew this and supported me through everything.
I walked over to my best friend Joshua, who was doing push-ups.
"Hey Asher, what took you so long to get here?"
"Sorry man, the traffic here was gnarly." I said.
For the rest of the remaining time to warm up, Joshua and I were goofing off and messing around with our teammates until the announcer started talking.
"Good evening, Pine Ridge! Today we have The Bubble Guppies and Space Otters here tonight to fight for the Ultimate Frisbee championship finals! Now lets get this game started!"
The team and I huddled around Coach Cam so he could give us some last words before we played.
"Okay guys, before you go out there, I just wanted to let you know that no matter what, you guys are stars. We are the Space Otters! Now get out there and kick some butt!"
And so we ran out to the field and started the game. Towards the end of the game, the score was 45-22. Right now I have the frisbee and I'm running towards to goal with five Bubble Guppies right behind at my tail. I pumped my legs faster to reach to the goal and threw the frisbee. I expected people to cheer at the win, instead all I heard were gunshots and screams of terror filling the air. But what really hit me was when I heard an all too familiar scream. Rose? No. It couldn't be. I swiveled around to see my little sister lying in a pile of her own blood.
"ROSEMARY!!" I shouted.
I ran towards Rose and held her, not knowing it was my last time, crying for help as people ran.
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