Basketball Team-Personal Narrative

In a casual manner, a high school freshman strolled off the brick path into the damp turf directly towards a basketball court located on the other side of the field. Slowly, he passed a brash orange basketball from hand to hand, as he waded gingerly through the wet grass, not eager to get grime on his navy blue shoes. The autumn breeze swept the aroma of petrichor, along with the maroon and gold maple leaves dancing around him, until they pirouetted into the park’s muddy grass. In the distance a glowing ball of yellow light hung, rising slowly from the horizon.

As Alvin approached the court he sported a cloak of enthusiasm. He planned on having some basketball practice for fun, hopefully improving his abilities greatly before the basketball season begins. Alvin ascended up the brief flight of concrete stairs to the elevated court; he began to linger around the sidelines, while his eyes scanned for a vacant basketball hoop to practice with. Spotting one, he crossed several courts, stepping over their faded white lines, and avoiding the grimy puddles of rainwater. Finally, he

After wiping away the water with a cloth he sat on the edge of his bed, patiently waiting for the pain to subside. His patience wore thin after a while and the pain lingered. Concerned, he inquired of people and searched the web for probable effects from that injury, and out of sheer worry went to the hospital. He found himself in a doctor’s office, sitting on a plastic blue chair for what seemed like an eternity as he waited for his X-ray results to come in. Alvin stared at the medical posters that hung along the wall, waiting for the doctor to make his way in and give the results. Startled by the sudden noise Alvin quickly turned his head towards the white door, the shadow of a man could be seen through the square semi-transparent window on the door. A faint click from the door handle and a man in a white coat, a tie neatly around his