Crash! We collided. Her knee hitting mine hard. My body slammed onto the sweaty gym floor. I tumbled. A shock of pain flew through my body mostly coming from my knee. I layed on the ground motionless. Wow that hurt. All around me buzzers buzzed like loud sirens and whistles blew. I looked up into the stands. My mom was sitting there worried. Then I heard the whistle blow. Finally they called a foul. I thought to myself. A hand reached down and I took it. It was my teammate Lilly. “Are you okay?” She asked concerned, pulling me to my feet, but I could barely walk. She helped me as I hobbled over to my dad who was coaching us. My dad thought we just hit knees and said that it would be okay. It was 6:30 on a Saturday morning and I had just
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“You probably just hit knees.” He told me. “It’ll hurt for a minute, but then it will get better. Just shake it off”
A minute later, my knee was still hurting really badly, but my dad still put me in. Just ten more minutes. I thought positively. I can do this. My knee was hurting so bad and I desperately needed to sit down, but I kept going. All of my teammates were younger and I wanted to make a good example for them. You can do it. I encouraged myself. They look up to you. Don’t let them down. They are counting on you.
There were only two minutes left in the game. I looked at the small scoreboard that sat on a little table. We were only losing by one basket.
The timer ticked down. Fifteen seconds left. The got the ball and drove it in. They got a layup right as the buzzer went off. We lost.
My knee was killing me by that point, but my dad said to just walk it off and it would be okay.
I went up in the bleachers with my teammates and we watched the team we would play next. It was Lily's sister. Oh no! I thought. They were a few years older than us just like the other team that we had just played and they were really good. Their post was probably as tall as a giraffe. I have to guard Sid! I’m gonna die. I thought to
“You probably just hit knees.” He told me. “It’ll hurt for a minute, but then it will get better. Just shake it off”
A minute later, my knee was still hurting really badly, but my dad still put me in. Just ten more minutes. I thought positively. I can do this. My knee was hurting so bad and I desperately needed to sit down, but I kept going. All of my teammates were younger and I wanted to make a good example for them. You can do it. I encouraged myself. They look up to you. Don’t let them down. They are counting on you.
There were only two minutes left in the game. I looked at the small scoreboard that sat on a little table. We were only losing by one basket.
The timer ticked down. Fifteen seconds left. The got the ball and drove it in. They got a layup right as the buzzer went off. We lost.
My knee was killing me by that point, but my dad said to just walk it off and it would be okay.
I went up in the bleachers with my teammates and we watched the team we would play next. It was Lily's sister. Oh no! I thought. They were a few years older than us just like the other team that we had just played and they were really good. Their post was probably as tall as a giraffe. I have to guard Sid! I’m gonna die. I thought to