Word Choice Olympics

1. Nothing could express the utter joy I felt that moment. After nights of laying on my bed, praying to the Lord that he would make it back home as tears fell off my face and moistened me pillow, I finally felt what I wanted to feel. As I walked onto our baby blue patio to get the news paper, I saw a black truck pull up in front of my house. At first, I thought nothing of it. In my head, I knew that I was probably getting my hopes up to high. Then...he came out of the back seat. My eyes widened as tears began to pour out, a faint feeling of relief hit my chest. He closed the door, turned around, and smiled at me. "Well Mary Elizabeth, do I get a hi?". I screamed bursting up to my father, and wrapped my arms around his waist. I squeezed him as if he was my favorite stuffed animal. And at that very moment, My two sister came sprinting from the front door, yelling "Daddy!! Daddy!!'. Our faces began to turn red as we started to look like tomatoes, for we knew that we could never feel happier.
2. I knocked on the chipped wooden door. Again.. no answer. For a moment, I began to think if I should call for back up, or just take him on my self. I knew that if I did call, He would escape. I pulled my bright stainless steel hand gun from out of the red snaked skinned purse, it felt as if I could no longer carry it. I knew that my nerves were getting to me. I began to think of "what if". What if i burst throughout the door, and the next moment, i was in a puddle of my own blood. Screw it. I took a couple steps back, 8 feet or so. Running with all my might, I smashes through the barrier blocking me and the murderer who killed my brother. As loose shards and splinters of broken wood filled the air, I pulled my gun to eye level to aim at the faint figure i saw lying on the couch. I was startled. A par white, old woman layer on the couch, crying. I knew that I made the worst mistake. 
3. I kicked the sand around a bit. I thought to myself, " we got this". I knew that me and my sister practice for too long, and too hard to lose to a bunch of asian twigs. I took a deep breath, I then through the leather blue and white volleyball up in the air. Then, after waiting for a split second, I jumped, cranked my hand backwards, and hit the ball with an open palm. I saw the fear from my opponents as the ball came as fast as a bullet. With no time to think, the back player ducked with an intent to not get injured. My sister looked at me, wit her giant blue eyes, and yelled "WE WON!!" As we both jumped into the air, I couldn't thing of anything except how relieving it was, to finally be champions. 

4. For a whole moment, I saw the entire audience  

look up at the big monitor. I knew that it wasn't to see the play, but to pray. It was the playoffs, and it was tied during the final quarter. I looked to the black, empty ceiling and said "Lord, please help him get up." Our star player had injured himself after getting fouled from sooting a layup. As my eyes drifted back down to the basketball court, all I could feel was relief. He bounced back up, gave an assuring nod to the trainers, and  

put a thumbs up to the worried crowd. I knew that this game...was ours.
5. She satt on the gum bleachers waiting. She eagerly sat and  hoped that the coach would send her son in.  Nervously fidgeting with the camera lens, she put the camera on the sports setting. Finally, with game in arms reach, the sweating coaching grabbed the player by his collar, pointed to the forward position, and gave a sertifying shove.