Basketball Tryout Narrative

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It was fall and the basketball tryouts were going to be held in a few weeks. Our school was competitive. We had every sport mastered, and the teams were extremely hard to join. You needed skills, and that is what I had worked up to. I knew I was going to try out. I spent as much time I could practicing shooting drills, running, and ball control, but I hadn’t gotten any practice on passing drills, I had nobody to practice with, and I liked it that way. But the thought still lay at the back of my mind. It soon disappeared when I remembered I played catch with my brothers that day. The farm chores were to come and go over the few days left, but I unusually got angry at the fact that it took away the time I had to practice. The morning …show more content…

Three people got up onto the court and didn't miss any shots, their drills seemed perfect, and they all had to look down on me. But the fourth person to walk up to the court was a small skinny boy, no taller than me. He was slow, and missed more than half his shots. The others were snickering in the stands while he failed his 3 pointer. this made me even more sick, was he just as nervous as me, with my skills? Then the coaches lips curled in silent laughter while my name was called. The crowd got louder as if I wasn’t even there. The noise surprisingly drowned out nearly every one of my thoughts, except the ones I didn't want to go away. It was like a flood of embarrassment, and my face quickly turned beat red. They got louder with laughter and loud sarcastic encouragement. My sister sat with her hands over her eyes, sitting silently in the top row. But as I took the ball, the crowd got quieter. My quick reaction to its drop from the coach’s hand caught their eyes, he seemed to want it to drop to the floor, so I had to catch it on the bounce, but I sprinted forward to fast for him, and caught it. I stepped up to take the shot, smiled, and made it. It wasn’t a difficult shot, but the crowd seemed to go silent as I smiled in approval. The drills were easy, and I got some surprising cheers from the people in the stands. But then came the long shot. 3 feet from the three point line, the coach dropped a ball, and he told me to go for

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