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Personal Narrative-Fox Ball

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It's the last minute of our game against Fox Mills. We’re neck and neck. So close that the smallest mistake will determine our fate. I clutch the ball as tight as a hawk trying not to release its prey. Then I dribble as fast as a cheetah. The chilling breeze brushed up against my skin, thankfully drying up some of the sweat that was finding its way into my eyes. My hand still trembling with nervousness, and my stomach churning with nausea. I was approaching the basket and the crowd starts to rise like a Tsunami. As I got really close to the basket I got into my layup position. Taking two swift steps and then just simply serving the ball on to the backboard. Right when the ball left my fingertips all eyes were glued on the ball. Next thing

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