The keen-eyed, skilled, and popular human I just so happen to call my brother is the number one quarterback in the high school league.  Everybody loves him- from the news reporters to the cheerleaders on the sidelines to the fans in the bleachers.  One of those fans is always me, cheering my brother on as he makes his way to stardom throwing the small, leather ball to whatever receiver is open at the time.  The team this year is undefeated, and it is just about time for the playoffs to wrap up.  Because he does not think practice everyday at school is enough, my brother often makes me play catch with him in the backyard; however, I can neither throw nor catch a ball to save my life. I have horrible aim and a weak upper body causing the ball to only go about ten feet.  One night, I can barely fall asleep due to a strange tingling sensation in my body, but eventually I dose off.  The next morning I wake up, and my brother begs me to play catch with him.  I go with him as usual, but this time I notice something different.  I am throwing the ball all the way across the huge backyard and with great precision.  This even shocks my brother.  Its like I have become as good a quarterback as he overnight!  What good will this do me, though? I’m not on the team, and everybody loves my brother, not me.  I decide to just keep my new found talent between my brother and I.
It is a couple days before the state championship game, and my brother and I are playing catch in the backyard as we do everyday.  I throw the ball with an unusually fast speed; however, time seems to move in slow motion as I watch my brother run for the ball and trip over rocks surrounding our flower garden.  As he falls to the ground, I scream in fear wondering if he is hurt.  He lies groaning in pain gripping his very talented wrist.  I know for a fact it is broken.  I wonder how the team will win the championship without their star quarterback.  After a while of thinking, I know what I must do.
It is now the day of the championship.  Even though I am a girl, my brother and I have similar characteristics like height, skin tone, etc.  With a helmet on, not very many people will notice the difference between us.  After putting on the padding and jersey, we could be twins.  It’s showtime.
The first three quarters did not go very smoothly, and now, in the fourth quarter with thirty seconds left the score is 28-24, with the other team winning.  It is fourth down, and I know all the fans are counting on me to win this.  The center snaps the ball to me, and I stand there.  Time seems to move in slow motion just like when my brother hurt himself.  I throw the ball in the air, and a silence falls upon the crowd. Our receiver in the end zone jumps up to grab the ball and catches it! The immense crowd roars, and fans rush onto the field shouting my brother’s name, though it is really me.  I know how much my brother would have wanted this moment and never told a soul that it was truly me in his place that night.