WATER

One hot summer day in July, the soccer team was on a run at Alam Creek. We did a 8 mile run around and also did satirs, which is when you run up and down stairs. Sweat is pouring from our foreheads dripping down to the ground. The sun was at it's highest point of the day which was noon, and it was burning my skin, darkening it by the second. I could see nothing but blurry shapes because the sun was so hot. Water were the words that were screaming in everyone's head. Either everyone had already finished there water or they barely  had anything to share. Water was the word that was weakening us by not being able to keep up with our coach that was far enough away that we could only see a portion of where she was. When we were heading back to the soccer fields, everyone was able to see the fountain, the only fountain that was there at the soccer fields. Somone called out " I get the water first!" and we all began to argue with each other. Than we started to sprint towards the fountain, fighting over it because of the thirst that was taking over us. We began to spray each other with  the hose that we found on the other side of the fountain and water was splashing everywhere. All of us were on the ground laughing as we tried to fight to be under the hose. That was one of the hardest practices but yet the best practice ever.