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Personal Narrative: My Basketball
The vibration of the basketball hitting the ground is the best feeling the world. Light was shining through the humongous windows onto the worn out gym floor like a flash light. The other teams jerseys were as red as a rose...and as red as the blood pouring out of my mouth. Thats a good story. I am here to tell you about it. I was about ten years old, 4th grade. My basketball team was awful and horrible combined into one word. Awfible? Well anyway, this game was leaning toward us this time. We were winning by two points, and I knew i had to step it up.
I did. I got a few buckets, a ton of rebounds, and some steals. I was doing great. Until a kid on my team elbowed me in the face, which cause my braces to split my lip wide open. It took a while
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