I Was In Hell Short Story
It wouldn’t always be at the best of times. During games I noticed that Grace didn’t run up the ball. There isn’t a back court time limit for the girls, but still the game was always fast. There were little things like that and we would get an ear full because of it. There was a game where we played really bad, but won. Grace would bring up the ball then right as she places half court she just passes the ball. Sometimes she would even get trapped and have nowhere to go. She on the side line with a two girl trap, and she is swinging the ball up trying to protect the ball. The bigger stronger girls blocking tiny little Asian Grace, and then she steps out of balance while trying to throw in the ball. We ran back for no reason and fought for our place on the court. Not only did we lose the ball, we lost a chance to score. Anyssa and I were working our butts off getting rebounds and making shots. We would talk about who would be on top and who would be at the bottom. I was usually on the free-throw waiting to get the ball. I would move in sync with the ball, whenever it was passed. would be thrown on, following it out of habit.