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Personal Narrative: An Open Layup
Lizzie always gets those layups and fouls, likewise she drives in for a layup just like any other situation. Next thing you know, I find Lizzie's head pinned to the ground, and blood just starts rolling out from her knee. In the meantime, Lexi and I go lie on the ground with Lizzie. I was so close to her, I could hear her heartbeat inside going 100mph while she took deep breaths from her lungs waiting for coach to come over and see if she was alright.
Lexi gasped after I asked Lizzie if she’s okay, “Please don’t cry. What hurts?”
Lizzie is number one in states, therefore she doesn’t cry easily so Lexi and I knew this was awful when we saw her wipe both tears and sweat off her face.
Dominique announced, “We’re down to five ultimate players to play try hard for
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I run into the box, get a wide open layup and add to the score even though we were killing the opponent.
But then I get back to reality, the ball is in our possession..… I have so much grit and dedication to just win every single obstacle I come across in my life. The thoughts going through my head were going 100 miles per hour. So then, I concluded I have that spin move. I can spin move, call the ball and get a easy bucket just like I had done during the summer. I figured it’s the easiest thing possible since Aurora is playing tight defense. Anytime the Knights have the ball, they scream “BALL BALL BALL” which is supposed to distract us, but it made me play tougher since i'm not letting them get the ball. Therefore, this spin move will make the Nordonia Knights fans embrace themselves and yell louder than Aurora “BALL BALL BALL” I thought.
I promised randomly to Coach Steve trying to cool him down, “Okay coach, I’m saving the team right now. Watch me.” “Wait what are you doing?” he questioned, but I winked and jogged onto that court to play the game I

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