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Personal Narrative-That One Player

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That One Player

It was 1965, I was in NYC,Brooklyn. I was walking through the projects,the clouds were crying, raindrops proliferating. Streets were flooded with Whites. I was depressed, I'm always getting mistreated because I'm always different than white people. They would push me, jeer at me, and even spread rumors about me. My eyes were watery, I felt the same as the clouds, heartbroken and anxioused. I started to feel isolated and felt lonely.The winds started to dance, All of a the sudden a yellow yucky paper was flying around,I used my brawny strength to grab the paper. It was the Basketball tryout papers.

My tears stopped and my nerve was cool, I was skimming down the papers and with massive, bold, classy text, it stated, “ Tryouts are in Brooklyn High School at 7:10 Saturday, must wear shorts and water, blacks are allowed!” I took the crumpled paper and ran off to my house. It was 9:00 pm, my mind was …show more content…

He was talented, The coach subs the man who couldn't defend Andrew and subbed me in.The team passed me the ball I dribbled rapidly to start a fastbreak. Andrew tried steal it from him I span around him and gave my teammate a alley oop. People on the bench started to gaze at me. Andrew was irate and was the ashamed one now. He ran as fast as he can and he called for the pass, his comrade passed it to him but he bounced passed it, I saw it coming and I ran to Andrew and used my sturdy hands to catch it, when I caught it andrew tried to get it back but put the ball behind the back and sprinted in the fastbreak, Andrew’s speed however was too fast and he caught up I bounced the ball behind me and he scored the layup. People started to

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