My eyes blurred in pain as I spun my ankle on the bench.
My coach called my name. "Sub in." She said.
What? I just about broke my ankle and she wants me to go in? I guess you have to make a sacrifice for the team.
I sigh and walk to the desk in between benches. I knelt down and cringed as I bent my foot.
After I limped into the game I tried to not think about the pain, it was complicated.
Everything passed with a blur. We were in overtime, down by three, four seconds left. I had the ball, I was only just outside the three point line. "Shoot it. Shoot it!" everyone yelled.
I squared up, and the ball flew out of my hands. Through the air it went. It hit the backboard, and bounced off.
I missed.
I lost the game. I lost the game.
I shook hands with the other team and headed strait for the locker room. I went in the back. My coach called for me but I ignored her.
All that was left was the pain.
