My Two-A-Day-Personal Narrative

It was finally November 17th and the first morning of two-a-day basketball practice. I had been looking forward to the season and was fixed on finding a spot in the starting lineup. Despite my determination, I was out of shape after having been home sick for the past month. During one of the drills I became very light-headed and fell and hit my head on the hard-wood court. Immediately, I jumped up and tried to continue practicing. I finished the practice and made my way to first hour with a dizzying and distracting brain-spike. I fought through the rest of the day and immediately went to sleep when I arrived at home that afternoon. That next morning I woke up to the thunderous sound of my alarm, but as soon as I opened my eyes I saw the