The Cleveland Basketball School: A Short Story

Lizzie has always consistently been there for me since day one. Even though Lizzie tried to get me stirred, I couldn’t handle much more. Last summer, before the season started I went to this place called Cleveland Basketball School where you go for a nonstop 2 hour workout session or routine. Since my parents paid so much for this camp, and Dominique still consists on saying ridiculous comments to me, it eventually made me upset.
Then at that very second, my head almost bursted because of what I started to realize, so that's when I mumbled, “I'm going to get some water. Don’t worry about me, work on some free throws.”
I literally don’t get a water break, I call my mom. I await for my mom to pick me up so I can go home and get some downtime
Each player on the team has a crucial part to us being champs. Generally speaking, I feel insanely depressed because they don’t care about the team obviously if they’re getting in trouble at school. I’m always thinking so opposing when it comes to this detention stuff, because I will have to be running almost the entire game. Without three players, that means there will be one sub. But when playing the game you love, you have to make sacrifices, I thought to myself. For the time being, I splash water on my face, stop thinking of negative thoughts in my head, say a prayer and then sprint onto the court like it’s the last basketball game i’ll ever participate in. The custodians cleaned the court to where there isn't one speckle of grey, filthy dust visible so you could hear the shoes of the athletes squeal as they jogged across the court. Also, the bleachers are all filled up with students and parents coming to see the intense game. Signs pop up saying “Go Knights” from the student section showing immense support of the team. There is two minutes left for warming up and I use that to the maximum. I shoot and follow through. My energy tingles through my body starting at my feet all the way to my arms when I then release the ball. BUZZ goes the clock and the game begins. Lizzie, Dominique, Lexi, Faith, Bobo and I are the only ones controlling this game for the Lady
lady knights!” we all huddle up and shout.
“Let's go ladies, we can do anything if we put our energy out on that.. ” Lexi begins to assure us, but the ref blows the whistle to begin the wild game. To sum up, Lexi’s another buddy of mine that obviously is very positive unlike Dominique, I believe anyway.
To begin with, Lizzie gets jump ball and runs down the court like she was running the 400 during track, with the basketball making a low pitch noise every time it bounces off the silent gym’s court and shoots with just enough arch, making a two pointer to start the game. Defense kills the other team, so I get in a butt down, chest up position and follow my girl. I’m starting to gain confidence after realizing my teams counting on me today. “ Lyndsey you’re so slow! Get off the court if you’re going to play like this,“ Dominique barked, but I just ignore the rude little comment.
Inside, I just have that inner thought to punch her in the face. I would never say such a rude comment, bully or embarrass any of my friends like she does. Something about Dominque just bothers me, I thought as I clean the dripping sweat off my forehead with my