“ The Nail Polish Pummel” By Teddy McGregor
“ The Nail Polish Pummel” By Teddy McGregor
“ Alright, time to go to bed you two,” my mom exclaimed.
“ Uhh, bedtime already,” me and my sister groaned back at her, somehow thinking it would help.
We were staying in a nice hotel with two rooms and three beds, one for my parents, one for me, and one for my sister. I had to share a room with her, but that couldn’ t bring me down, I was too exhilarated. The hotel was located about half an hour away from where the Wimbledon Finals were taking place. Every summer my family would travel to Wimbledon to watch the annual tennis tournament held there. My name is Tommy, I’ m a thirteen year-old boy who loves absolutely everything about tennis, along with my sister ten year-old Rosie, who loves fashion and all the latest news on celebrities. Tomorrow was a big day and we would have to wake up early if we wanted to see our favorite tennis player, Daniel San, play in the championship tomorrow. My parents and I both set alarms for seven A. M., just to guarantee we would be up in time for the match, that started at eight.
So, Rosie finished up reading her favorite: People Magazine, and I turned off the TV and we settled for bed.
“ Did you hear Thomas Washington broke up with Sara Oval?” Rosie asked.
“ That’ s great,” I said sarcastically,“ goodnight.” I flicked the light switch down and prepared for sleep. But I couldn’ t go to bed. My mind was racing about tomorrow. For the first time ever Daniel San has made it to the championship, and I would get to see him play. Some people might think tennis is just a dull sport but I get so energetic when it comes up. The day of the Wimbledon Championship is always an exciting day. After I my brain dialed down, tiredness came over me, my eyelids came to a full close, and I drifted away to sleep.
That night I had an epic dream. I was facing Ugine Walace, one of the meanest players in the sport of tennis. We were in a tight battle for first place in the Wimbledon Championship. Pop, squeak, squeak, pop, squeak, squeak. The green fuzzy ball was being hit back and forth, with the sound of our shoes chirping as we moved around the court. All of a sudden it was the final point. If I won it, I was crowned champion of the Wimbledon Finals. He served me the ball and I responded with a whack