Personal Narrative-Fracking Experiences

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"I can hear that, you know", mom yells into my Beats by Dre. Headphones as we hurry to the Matheus high school gym. It might be a tad bit weird, but it seems to the best way to get rid of those butterflies in my stomach is to burn them out with some loud, hardcore hip-hop tunes. "We better hurry," mom says in a bind. "Don't want to be late". My immediate feeling are blends of excitement and uncertainty, but I know I need to be confident on the exterior for my team to have a chance at taking home the championship trophy. After I converge and talk with my best friend Deron and some friends that will be watching, I walk to the rest of my team and join in the group huddle. We briefly discuss some basic plays. I go on to rub the dust that has fixed itself onto my Jordans as I jog over to the court and take some shots. My release and is tangled up and awkward. It turns out to not even make contact with the rim. Embarrassing. In my defence I've never played in a state cup, so it's kind of a nerve-wracking experience. "What was THAT?!", coach exclaims. "Remember, release with that middle finger, …show more content…

Oh, and did I mention something? Khalil is defensive player of the year in our league. Nonetheless, there isn't a thing that can stop me, I'm in my zone. I make the hand signal for an isolation play, or an "ISO". Moreover, that is my last name after all. Switching the ball over to my left hand, I bounce it in between the legs, in through my left and out the other way. As he finally looks at the ball, I know it's the time. The perfect moment. With as much speed and force as possible, I bounce the ball through his legs, and I catch it on his other side. It's an open lane. I rise up with the ball against my sweaty palms. Just when I am about to dunk it - something crashes into me, and I hit my eye on the rim. Everything. Goes. Blank. I wake up in the school nurse's office, and make the mistake of opening bandaged my left

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