Dear diary,
Today is my first basketball game of the year. I really hope it goes alright. It's against Midpoint. Which happens to be a pretty hard team. I hope my shooting is on point. Yet, I know it won't be. Ugh, no matter how much I practice I just can't get it right. Since I'm the worst on the team people call me names. Such as "loser." I'm basically the loser of the school, I have strait A's and I'm a goody goody. Well wish me luck
Love,
Liza lovely
After I write my journal entry for the day I start to get ready for school. I throw on a dress. Sadly, it's part of our dress code for basketball. I put on some mascara and go downstairs to eat. After I eat breakfast I start packing my basketball bag. Which consists of my home jersey and shorts, basketball shoes, elites, and a water. I also pack up my backpack.
Finally the bus pulls up to my driveway. I get on and sit in my normal seat. Which is in the front, because no one wants to sit with me.
When I get to school I go strait to my locker and get ready for the school. Homework. Check. Books. Check. I think I'm good. On my way to class my books go flying out of my hand. Great they started with the bullying again. Everytime there is a game this happens. Sigh. Well better get to English. I pick up my books and go.
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Basketball Girl
Teen FictionLiza Lovely is on the basketball team. However that doesn't mean much when shes the worst. She's great at defense but she can't shoot a ball for her life. Will people make fun of her? Will someone help her? Or will she give up? However she has a s...
