Narrative Essay About Basketball

I woke up the next day with a smile to my lips. I knew exactly what to do. I was already seeing my white pieces gather together, begin their formation, slowly closing in on my opponent, the two dark black slits. Checkmate, I thought, as my pieces finally cornered my angry, tenebrous opponent. I sat on the cold metal benches yet again, waiting to begin another tournament, only this time, I was not nervous in the slightest. The crowd, I could see, was leaning on the edge of their seats, everyone straining to see the match going on between the two focused opponents. The room was so quiet that I could practically hear my heart, beating steadily inside my ribcage. It seemed that I was the only person in the room without any interest in the match. Instead, I was watching my mother from afar with a sly smirk.

To get my revenge I needed to lose, so that is exactly what I’ll do. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother whispering to the audience. “That is my daughter, Waverly Jong. She is chess champion of our city. That man no match for her! Mark my words, she will win this tournament, and tournament after that, and the one after that! Mark my words.” My mother would whisper this to just about every person in sight, then sit back down with a proud and pleased smile on her face. “ Not this time,” I whispered, as I placed my knight in a place far off to the right, allowing my opponent to checkmate me. As the announcer yelled out the winner, I saw my mother looking furious, disappointed, and slightly ashamed as I walked to the exit. I left that day with a satisfied smile.
The ride on the way back was of piercing silence, not even a breeze. Everything was still and cold, and I saw no sign of life as we passed through the narrow, winding streets of my neighborhood. Even nature itself seemed disappointed in my