This was written for my english assignment and I hope you guys like reading it. =]
The game was about to start in ten minutes. We were about to play against a team of tall, muscular, tough-looking girls. They hadn’t won a single game all season, but that could easily change in an hour. The looks on their faces were intimidating, but it didn’t change the fact that I would still give it my all. They had a basketball team of about seven players while we, at the moment, only had six. One of our best players couldn’t make it; so our chances of winning were lowered. Plus our head-coach wasn’t there as well. We got our line-up from our assistant coach and got ready to play. We stepped onto the court and lined up for jump ball; the pressure was on. I could feel my stomach spinning with nervousness and excitement as my friend Justine lined up to jump. The referee looked them in the eyes and threw the ball up in the air! Smack! The other girl passed the ball to one of her teammates. We ran after the ball and snatched it before they could shoot. I had the ball in my possession and wasn’t about to give it up. I dribbled and glided past the other team. I passed it to my friend Violet and she shot a basket! Yes! We scored the first point. The game continued. Soon enough the other team started to catch up to our score in the third quarter.
Our assistant coach called a time-out. He told us some small details about who we needed to guard more. At this point I was beyond tired and started to jog down the court instead of running; that was a mistake. I allowed this girl to drive past me to the basket. They were now one point ahead with less than a minute on the clock. I began to panic and ended up fouling a girl while she was shooting, big mistake! Now she had 2 free throws with 10 seconds on the clock. Our coach called a time-out. I felt horrible knowing that I had cost our team the game. “Here’s what we’re going to do…,” our coach said. My heart dropped to my stomach at the sound of his play. My head spun and my hands were sweating. We had one shot at this impossible play. My teammates were to rebound the ball while I run down the court. They would then throw the ball to me and I was to shoot and make the basket. I shook with doubt, the pressure weighing down on me. We lined up getting ready to pounce. She shot her first shot and missed. We relaxed but then tensed up. It was all down to this last and final shot. She bounced then released the ball. Boom! It hit the rim and bounced straight into my hands! I made a break for it, running as hard and as fast as I could. The clock ticked… I dribbled and sprinted to the other side with a defender right at my back. I stopped in my tracks about three feet from the basket. My defender flew by me with my sudden stop. With two seconds left on the clock, I released the ball. Buzz! The game was over. I stood paralyzed. One second later I heard the many shouts and screams that came from my teammates. I could not believe what had just happened. We had won the game against all odds.
