The squeaking of shoes on the newly cleaned, glossy court floorboards. My heart pounding in my chest ready to burst out at any moment, what looked like hundreds of people; actually only a few, but the fact that I've never done this before had me trembling in my knees. My palms started sweating, and my breathing began to shallow. I have to prove them wrong, but could I? I won’t let them tell me these negative things anymore, not anymore anyways. Before I had the chance to back out; the amplified ringing of the buzzer echoed through my head. It was the beginning of a chilly November, and the announcements for 8th-grade girls basketball starting up spread through the school like wildfire. I’ve always loved basketball, but never actually did it for school. The only sport I had been involved in was track, but
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“Mom, calm down, I’m fine. I just had a few questions for the coach about doing basketball this year.”
“You? You talked to the coach without asking us first?” Her eyebrow raised with question.
“I said, I was thinking about it, and I obviously was going to tell you. They were just a few questions I had before actually signing up.”
“Well, I guess you can, but you do realize that you are going to have to put effort into this, this isn't something that you can just expect to be the best at like you usually think. Also, this isn’t an activity that you do in front of just your coach, you're going to have lots of people watching you.”
“Yea mom, I get it, I may not be the best player, but I’m actually willing to try. This is a middle school sport I can get over that for something I love.”
“If you think you're willing to try, go right ahead, but know that you can always quit if it's too hard.” she said matter-of-factly.
“I will sign up, and I’ll make it to the end of the season,” I shouted with
“Mom, calm down, I’m fine. I just had a few questions for the coach about doing basketball this year.”
“You? You talked to the coach without asking us first?” Her eyebrow raised with question.
“I said, I was thinking about it, and I obviously was going to tell you. They were just a few questions I had before actually signing up.”
“Well, I guess you can, but you do realize that you are going to have to put effort into this, this isn't something that you can just expect to be the best at like you usually think. Also, this isn’t an activity that you do in front of just your coach, you're going to have lots of people watching you.”
“Yea mom, I get it, I may not be the best player, but I’m actually willing to try. This is a middle school sport I can get over that for something I love.”
“If you think you're willing to try, go right ahead, but know that you can always quit if it's too hard.” she said matter-of-factly.
“I will sign up, and I’ll make it to the end of the season,” I shouted with