Personal Narrative: Prairie Ridge

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It was breezy day. The clear, light sky was breathtaking. Almost too gorgeous to foreshadow the disastrous day. It was on a tennis tournament on Saturday morning. I had confidence in my own abilities on that tennis court. As if I was Serena Williams ,the greatest tennis player of this century, and would win the whole tournament. I thought about my strengths and not my weaknesses on the bus ride to the tournament. Like my unpredictable serve, backhand strokes and killer volleys (that end points in an instant). But I still had weaknesses and make mistakes. The tournament started and our first match was against a school called Prairie Ridge. Our coach had told us the biggest competitor of the day was Prairie Ridge and maybe Sandburg (some years

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