The alarm clock sounds at seven am, Bzzzz, Bzzzz, Bzzzz! I reach out with my left hand to hit the snooze button, but a thought enters my mind, it is game day. Today is the day of my senior homecoming football game. I rise out of bed and go to the window. I pull the cord on the blinds and look outside. The frost has just glazed the bottom panes of the glass. I look and see the perfect day for a football game, overcast, gloomy, and gray. I trudge my way to the shower and turn the knob. The hot water cascades over my body; the excitement of the upcoming day rushes through me like a bolt of lightning. I finish showering and go back into my room to get dressed. I slide my jersey from its hanger, good old number 20 and take it up to my nose. I smell the past games, triumphs and defeats. I put the jersey on go to my car. I am too nervous to stop and eat breakfast, but grab a banana anyway. The drive to the school seems to take an eternity. I have a million thoughts running through my head.
             At last, I arrive at the school. The cars all around me are painted to show school spirit. In the parking lot I see my friends pull up and a go over to greet them. Our conversation is centered on the only thought in our minds, the game at seven o'clock. We are all decked out in the white, black and red. A long day awaits the others and myself. I break off from the pack to go and find my girlfriend. As I saw her my eyes lit up with a magical gleam, she ran over to me and gave me a warm embrace. She looked breathtaking in her cheerleading uniform. I asked how she was; she said that she couldn't wait for seven to roll around. We parted ways and I plodded off to my first of five classes.
             It is almost time for lunch; I barley made it through my first four classes. The game was the only thing on my mind. For lunch my four closest friends and I went on to the usual place to go on game day.
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