Chapter Eighteen

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        Soon, Sam was picked up from the floor, and hopped her way over to the bench, were the trainer wrapped her ankle, and put ice on it. 

        "You should go to the er, and get x-rays." The trainer said to Sam, then the trainer had to leave, to help another who ended up with a twisted knee. Lily came down the bleachers and sat one row above the injured Sam.

        "Hey." Lily said.

        "Hey." Sam replyed. Her ankle pain started to lessen, but she didn't dare moving it.

        "Looks like when we get home, we're going to the er." Lily said, as Andy sat beside Lily.

        "I can't come, could you drop me off?" Andy said, sadly. He had told his mother what had happened, but today was a Monday, a school night. Knowing Sam's luck, she would end up in there most of the night.

        "Yeah." Lily nodded, "I'm going to get you a cold water." Lily stood, leaving the two.

        "Thanks for coming." Sam said, sitting up slightly better. Her back started to ache.

        "No problem. I wouldn't have missed it, like I said." Andy replyed, watching her. He was very worried about Sam. With the time he had to get to know her, he knew if she couldn't play, she would be so sad. Sports were Sam's life, beside the books. Which he found on her phone.

        Sam looked back at the game. There was 3 minutes left, Hillsdale kept up great defense, and awesome offense. There was a two point lead for Rosman, but Hillsdale was right at their tails. Every mistake could be their last, Sam started to tap her fingers. She really wanted to win, even if she couldn't be on the court.

        Cora passed to Maddie, who passed to Mason. There was a minute left. When the ball went around, Kenzie had popped up from the key, and caught the ball. The coach saw what Kenzie was about to do, and was about to tell her no, when Kenzie shot the ball from the three point line.

        The ball went up, and it seemed to go in slower movement. Hillsdale girls crashed the board, boxing out Maddie, Cora and Mason who were the closest to the hoop. The ball bounced on the rim, hitting the back board. 

        The ball then hit the rim again, and it looked to be going out, and not into the hoop when the ball tipped and went into the basket. 

        The Hillsdale coach, called a time out. So they could regroup. They had a chance, very slim, but it was a chance. The highschool basketball coach shook his head, but was happy the shot when in.

        "That was a risky thing Kenzie, but in the end it paided off. Well done. No shots, block the passes. Don't make mistakes." The coach said, as the other team took to the court again. The coach released the team, and they went onto the court. Cora set up the second press. 

        There were seconds on the board, and the Hillsdale were desperate to go down the feild. They were five points down, but they still had hope. Sam watched, praying that nothing went wrong.

        The press eneded up working, allowing the Rosman Eighth Grade Girls Basketball Team to move onto the next round. The Saterday game, the game they didn't play last year. The game they all wanted to win. The Chipp game. 

        The Chips were unbeatable, basically. Only losing once last year in the second round. They were out for blood now.They tasted vicotcory in this tourment before, but so have Sam's team. 

        Everyone rejoiced, happy about the win. Even Sam was joking around. Cora and Maddie helped Sam onto the bus, and into the seat, where she used to share with Page. The Seventh Grade Girls lost, and got picked up to see the last of the Eighth Grade girls game. The game took longer due to the foul that 42 or the fouler as Sam called her, did.

        Page moved to another seat, so Sam could ice her ankle, and keep it up. There was music playing and everyone, even some seventh graders sang. 

        They all missed pitches, but none of them cared. Not right now, this was a time to be happy and losse. How often can you win the first round of the eighth grade tourment. Only once. And they did.

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