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Personal Narrative: My Journey To Mcbain
“Snap! Crackle! Pop!” Once I heard that noise I knew something was very wrong. Wait a minute, let me take you back to the night that caused me the most agony I’ve ever had. It was a Monday night which happens to be the night we have our basketball games, and it all started with our bus ride to McBain. On the way to McBain our whole entire team was getting hyped, we had music blaring, and we were all singing like a group of hyenas. Eventually, the bus ride had to come to an end so we got off the bus and strided into the locker room with the uttermost confidence a team could have. What no one actually knew was that we as a team was just a pile of nerves. A little while later we were all waiting for in the locker room for the 7th graders to finish their game. Everyone was overflowing with energy and didn’t have a care in the world. Except for me, I had a very bad feeling about the game so I went and sat in the corner by myself. Eventually, everyone came over to me and so I pushed my apprehensive feeling aside and got hyped back up. By now, the seventh grade had finished their game and we …show more content…
We have an Injury!” Finally, it was dead ball and I could finally hobble off the court to our bench. I had tears streaming out of my eyes like a waterfall when my mom came to assist me. She wanted me to take off my shoe so I started to when suddenly Aysia’s mom told me not to because it would swell up even more than it already was. So then I sat on the bench and patiently waited for our game to finish. The next day I missed school to go and get x-rays and crutches. The crutches were extremely hard to use because I didn’t know how to swing my body with the crutches but eventually I learned. After a prolonged time I received my x-rays and it turns out I had a hairline avulsion fracture so for the next two months I would be stuck in a walking boot and eventually move on to a brace. Now that I have had this experience happen to me I know to now always be careful while

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