Personal Narrative: A Trip To Atlanta High School

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“Yo Bobby let’s head to the court” Ben shouted i agreed because i didn’t have anything else to do. As we were walking i was just thinking about everything that was going on in school and how i need to do better. I kept thinking over and over we only have one week left just finish it. Ben and everyone else around me was excited about everything i was too i just had a lot of work to do it was exhausting. Walking down the streets of Atlanta big city where you see everyone doing their own thing. I stay near a lot of busy places such as fast food restaurants, stores, and a gas station. Everyday on my way to school i past by the Falcons stadium but i like where i stay because all my friends stay near me so we all hang out all the time. The gym is only a couple blocks from where we all stay so that’s where you can catch us majority of the time. My favorite sport is basketball and me and most of my friends play on the team. …show more content…
So as they are playing we are out their talking and laughing at them because some of them suck at it. We just can’t wait because we get real competitive at the game because we hate losing at any sport some games we even put money on the line and of course that makes you work harder on the court so you don’t have to pay up. I still remember one time we played a game twice going into overtime you can tell everyone was tired and we just wanted to stop but we know if we wanted to be the best we had to keep pushing and plus its not no refs its straight street ball out there so if you get fouled you just have to take it like a man. I go home plenty of times bruised up but it doesn't bother me i just keep going and do the same thing back to

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