Personal Narrative Short Story

Personal Narrative The fourth quarter had arrived and all the pressure was suddenly nudging against our team and Cadillac. The score was even, 65 to 65, as the starting five for the quarter huddled around Coach Dubie. Everybody, including me, were exhausted from a long, exasperating battle. “ Alright boys, let’s win this thing,” coach commented firmly. Then, we stepped onto the court ready for war. I matched up with my opponent, who was considerably larger than I and intimidating to most, but that didn’t matter now. Rapidly, Ryan passed the ball from out of bounds to Noah to start the quarter. Quickly, Noah dished the ball to me for an easy lay-up, which gave us the lead. Soon, the quarter was halfway over and the lead had suddenly taken favor of Cadillac’s team. Subsequently,Coach Dubie signaled for a time out and waved me over to the bench.So I seated myself next to Jason who had a look of doubt on his face as he glanced in the direction of the clock to see the score. “ Oh
Yet as the game continued Cadillac’s lead became more minuscule and soon the game was all tied up, 80 to 80. Shortly I gazed to the clock,there were 4 seconds left on the clock as coached signaled me over to him. So I hopped up out of my seat and strided over to him. “ Alright Mike so here’s what you need to do, I want you to run off the pick Cooper’s gonna set and curve around for an open shot,” Alright coach, I got it,” I called to him as I jogged onto the floor. I set myself into position and sensed the pressure being weighed down on me. “ Break!” Ryan shouted as he smacked the ball. Productively, I broke over to where Cooper was placed and brushed off of the screen. I hollered out, “BALL,BALL,BALL!” while clapping my hands as fast as greased lightning. Ryan soared the ball over to me. I snatched the ball and dribbled back and forth with my defender struggling to get open. The clock ran down rapidly.