Personal Writing: Game Over

As I stood at the three point line, the ball seemed to be in slow motion.
Screams from the crowd came as the ball dropped through the net. Not only did
this shot go in but it dropped through the net with such force that it made a
sound that was heard throughout the gym. The gym was packed and the fans were on
their feet, I had just hit my first three pointer of my varsity basketball
career. As our team set up the press, sweat dripped from my face. I was close
enough to kiss my opponent, there was no way he was going to get the ball. He
shoved me backward and he planted his foot on mine, he then pushed off and ran
for the inbounder. I fell back a few feet and sprinted towards my man. As ...

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the coaches room. My assistant coach led me into
the room and sat me down on a wooden chair. I began to feel very cold, and my
finger began to have a shooting pain. This pain was not present before and was
no making itself known that there was something wrong with.

My parents entered the room, my mother carrying a face that I never had seen
before. My father with a calm collective look to him. The assistant then began
to explain that there was to deal with this, either go to the hospital and miss
the game or deal with it write in the room. My mother stared over at my coach
when he relayed this message to me and my father seem to agree with my coach. I
looked at my coach with eyes of trust and horror, and then laid my hand in his.
He then took his hand and placed it over my pinkie. Which by now was swelling
and extremely painful, he then got a firm grip and with one quick tug my finger
was now vertically correct. My coach then looked at me with bulging eyes and
asked how it felt. ...

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to let
anyone know. I walked up the steps and there were my parents, my Mom gave me a
look of compassion and she seemed very concerned. Sternly, my father said that I
should go to the hospital but with a convincing tone of voice I talked them out
of it. I went home that night and stayed up thinking about the possibility that
I might have a broken finger. As I dazed off to sleep I repeated to myself that
things were going to be O.K.

I woke up in some pain but I thought nothing of I because injuries are always
worse the day after. It was Saturday so I had a couple of days to rest my finger,
by mid-afternoon my finger as throbbing like it had just been hit by a hammer.
At this time I ...

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Category: Creative Writing
Type: Free Paper
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