One day at Frisco High I was hitting fireballs with my coach.
Then my coach hollered “get over here.”
I ran over there as fast as possible with wobbly legs. I wondered what it was. Then my coach said “get better in backhand.” I really wanted to get better and make my parents and coach happy. Every day I would practice so hard that I would feel like Roger Federer.
I felt like I was a rescuer . Then one day I told my coach, I have been practicing a lot. My coach babbled “okay lets see what you got.”
We started playing he kept making me run back and forth. At the end, I was as tired as a sleeping panda altho I still beat him 7 to 6. Then my coach