𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁' 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝟎𝟎. 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄

APRIL, 1994
BETHEL HIGH SCHOOL
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A shooting guard worst fear when they're playing basketball, is the time board. When it reads 60 seconds and it's time to make the shot. Their nerves damn near go through the roof cause the whole team is now depending on them to bring the win home.

Irish stood 6 feet away from the globe with the ball dribbling in her hand. The score was 94-104. Her team would've been in the lead if her teammates was to follow the orders, which was give her the ball so she could score since she was the best player on the team.

Never did she ever miss a shot when it's time to shoot. The young girl was arguably a beast playing ball. Something she's been doing since 10. Thanks to her dad, the man taught her everything she knows. Being that he was one of the best players in the NBA.

It was only right for Irish to follow in his footsteps. Her mother left when she was only 2, leaving her dad to take over. Bringing her on the road with him every game, letting her sit in every practice to watch, and to every business meeting.

She was always right there beside him, cherishing those historic moments, just to be great as him one day, at such an early age. The time winded down to exactly 5 seconds. Irish, could feel the sweat trickling down her cheek, her heart racing, and the whole gym staring at her.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as she dribbled the ball one last time before throwing it in the air, making the shot. Everyone jumped up in excitement as the buzzer went off. Before she could turn around, she was attacked by her teammates.

They lifted her up in the air and started shouting her name like they always did.
Her cheeks lit up as she looked around the gym. Nothing made her happier than winning a home game. When her eyes landed on her dad, she smiled even harder.

He was on the first row holding up a big poster with her picture on there. She dapped up everyone of her teammates before jumping down and sprinting towards him, giving him a warm embrace. He was her biggest supporter.

"Congratulations pumpkin" He cheered, kissing her cheek.

"Appreciate that pops" Irish smiled, grabbing the poster from his hand. Every game he would make these huge posters with her picture and number jersey, and she'll hang them up in her room on the wall.

"You ready to go celebrate?" He asked, playfully punching her arm.

"Not tonight, I'm going out with the team" She said, wiping the sweat off her face. After every win game, their coach take them out to eat to celebrate. Then the team would head to an after party one of the guys throw on the basketball team.

She would usually skip out on that part and hang with her dad, but since it was the second to last game, she figured she would go. The season is almost over with and she needed to have a little fun. She was nearly stressed out, hoping she'll get recruited to one of the best colleges in the world, UCLA.

It was her dream to play for them. Cause every girl basketball player there are guaranteed to make it to the NBA.

She were praying she get recruited there, after all she deserves it. No one on her team worked harder than her, or no one been winning game after game like her. Truth be told, she shoulda been recruited. You would think because she's NBA player Kirk Knowledge daughter, the recruiters would come running to recruit her.