Personal Narrative-Fox Ball

It was all down to me as I approached the ball. The tournament game was in my hands and I wasn 't about to let it slip away. The ball was on the penalty linE but I could barely think, it felt like I had bees in my Stomach.

I Felt the sticky grip of the ball in my hand thinking of it as if I was holding the entire game. I ignored the fans screaming my name and cheering me on. My feet pounded the floor one by one as the ball bounced up and down on the court, with only five seconds I found my lane and took it. Their was the clock taunting me, four,

As soon as I got the ball, I started to race down the court pounding the ball as I was dribbling. I squared up facing the hoop getting ready to take my shot. I raised my arm up, releasing the ball with my fingertip with poor form and arc. The ball went flying towards the hoop very fast. The sound of the net went swoosh

The first posession of the game Cole passed me the ball in the corner and I took a shot from behind the three point line. As soon as I shot it I knew it was going in. The ball didnt even touch the rim, it just tickled the twine and made a swish sound.

so i was just gonna be aggressive with him the whole time. He finally got me in the open court and everyone cleared out it was just me and him in the backcourt. Swear dripping down my face i knew thus is where I can make or break the game. Right here right now. The crowd went silent.

“EVERYBODY ON THREE, 1 2 3 WARRIORS (everyone yelled). Coming off the sideline I felt that this game was going to be a devastating loss, but still had the gut feeling to play as hard as I could. FOOOH! Went the whistle as we started off passing the ball to each other. “ Pass the ball over here” I yelled with all my might.

Just 2 minutes left the sun half way set, the crowd cheering and most of all the scouts not blinking paying attention to every detail, play and decision each one of us makes, I see the ball come off the rim and the other team grab the rebound and their other play already across the court just past half court I knew what I had to do. With no thought or anything I break out running across the court chasing their player knowing he was going for a fast break lay-up I knew I could catch there was no doubt about it but the question was would I block the ball or not I can feel the eyes staring at us curiously wonder what will happen. Just like I predicted I see his hand turn upside down getting ready to lay it up I take 2 more steps and leap as hard as I can towards the ball staring at the ball and nothing else all I cared about was saving my team from those 2 points and looking good on the court and on that stats sheets, that was a decision I would later pay for. I did what I had practice and done hundreds of times before at the park I swat my hand towards the ball as hard as I can, I hear when my hand hits it and it bounces off the backboard not thinking about my landing instead of preparing for the fall I prepare myself to start running back across court but that wouldn’t happen when I landed I felt a pop in my knee’s

I was nervous and my heart felt like it was beating a thousand beats per seconds. Our coach told the lineup after the referee checked our equipment. It was eighty-nine minute and my current position was midfield. The score was zero to zero. One of the forwards shot the ball as fast as a bullet.

My Theme Song Songs can connect with how we feel and our experiences. Music has been a major part of my life ever since I was just a toddler. For me music has helped me express what I am feeling and who I am as a person. My therapy has been music, it has helped me through almost every problem I have faced. With listening to the song lyrics, we can get a true understanding of what the artist is trying to tell us.

Moreover, I ran up and down every court after every loose ball and never let it go. I could not believe that I had forgotten the pleasure that I had with this ball.” Without you, I can’t survive,“ I said calmly while I fall asleep with embraced the ball with both hands. Since then, I had determined my dream that no matter what, I will be in the NBA player and prove Mr. Jonathan that I can be better, more athletic, and eligible to be a part of the greatest basketball league.

At the time I wasn’t the fastest of runners, but when I saw the opportunity, I sprinted just enough so that I was faster than the other player. When I was playing then, I wasn’t thinking about anything except getting the ball away from the other team. All the things I had noticed before disappeared as I dribbled around the player and continued up the field. Luckily for me, the other team was mostly on the other side of the field, probably because they thought I wouldn’t get around them. I heard a mixture of “What are you doing?”

I have been waiting since the start of summer for this day, the day to go against Topeka West the school that have been talking stuff for the longest. There was so much hype about this game and it was finally here, when the bell ringed at the end of the day i rushed out of class and got on the bus to head over to chandler our practice field. When we got there we all the football players loaded off the bus and when we got off there was a table of chips,water,gatorade,PB & J and fruit snacks so we didn’t play on an empty stomach. After we ate and got ready coach talk to us for a little bit and then we got on the bus to head to Hummer sports park, it was a loud bus but i don 't think coach cared because we was hype going to play t-west. Topeka high and Topeka west have been rivals for ever in almost every sport but mainly football. So we got drop off by our bus driver at Hummer sports park.We go in the locker room to get dress to go do our stretches so we don’t pull anything and to get ready for our game so

Alice Carter sat at the table with her whole family in a peace that had its own way of changing when no one was looking. She picked up a well-cooked bacon butty that her dad had made for her this morning, like a routine of doing so for his girls, who sat in brushed up and kind smile reached their faces. The only person with the frown of dispreading was their mum who folded her arms like a patron of a prison guard, spectrally eyeing Alice as she eaten her food quietly.

The Void As the sky grew darker, and the day was coming to an end, John; a Senior in college, remembered that he had to get home and finish a project that was due the next day. Despite how much he wanted to stay out with his friends he decided to get in his car, and drive home. On his way home he began to have a weird feeling as though he was being followed. Although the street was empty he could not help but feel nervous, and proceeded to drive home as fast as he could. When he finally arrived at his home he noticed that all the lights in the neighborhood were off, almost as if everyone had gone off somewhere, the only light sources were his car, the moonlight, and one lone street light off in the distance.

I awoke to it again. Fortunately it happened in the morning rather than some god-forsaken hour in the middle of the night, nonetheless it’s an unfavorable way to wake up. It’s a unique sound; an intense grumbling that is longer than yet just as loud as thunder. People here don’t complain, accepting it as the norm due to the frequency of occurrences.