Trash

By:Carlos Irizarry

I come from school thinking that today is the day that I will get my first win, palms already sweaty as I grip the controller, I ready up and realize it’s time.

I drop Greasy Grove, and my eyes widened because it was as crowded as the mall during Black Friday.

I tell myself that I have to bring my A game, I land in big brick as I hear the sound of someone landing in the basement.

His footsteps are as loud as a giant walking up the stairs. I start to get a little worry and I wipe the moisture off of my hands.

Right as I break the roof I turn around to see a chest, I open it and my hart drops as i see a common suppressed SMG drop out of the chest with a big shield.

As I drink the big shield I can taste the saltiness of my sweat dropping into my mouth. I start breaking the floor telling myself self I have to be ready.

Right as I break the ground and land on the floor, I see my enemy their  killing me with a pump shotgun.

I think I could see a smirk on his face while he was dancing on my dead body.

I look down and ask myself, Why am I trash at Fortnite?