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The Perfect Games
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by Musa J
One day, I went to a chess tournament at Hunter. It was 5 days until the nationals and this tournament was supposed to be practice. In the first round, I won and my mom congratulated me.
"Nice Musa! Was your opponent good?"
"He was one of those impatient little kids that make a lot of noise."
"Keep up the good work Musa."
After the second round, I had won again and this time she was even more excited.
"You won again! You're really doing well. I hope you win the next round, you'll have 3 points. You can do it Musa, I just know it."
I went to see who I was playing and I saw the name, Eric K. I had beaten him before and I had a 1/2 a point more than him. Once I realized those statistics, I knew I had to win.
Finally, after the third and final round, I had won all of my games. This time she hugged me and was sooooooo excited. Just as excited as me. I had won 1st place in the top section meaning I had won the tournament.
When I got home, I was about to tell my sister about my victory. Instead, she came up to me and said "Congrats!" My mom had told her.
The next day after school, I went to my mom's work to get the keys (My mom is a teacher). All of a sudden, one of the teachers said "Congratulations on your chess tournament. Your mom has been talking about it all day. I can tell that she keeps on wanting to talk about it, but she has to deal with the kids."
Later that day my grandmother arrived from Toronto. We welcomed her in and she sat down. The first thing she said was, "Good job at your chess." I knew what had happened; of course, my mom had told her.