I walked in the rain for a couple more minutes until I made it to my house. I live in a medium sized one story house with my mom, my 13 year old sister, Hazel, and my 11 year old brother, Alex. I walked to the living room where Hazel was on her phone and Alex was watching TV. I walked to my room which was decorated with basketball posters, jerseys, hoops and my basketball trophies. I sat down on my bed trying to comprehend what had just happened to me. Did I just see the future? I thought to myself. Did that really just happen?
My heart still hurt. Is this the end? Game over? My heart hurt so much I felt a lump in my throat. "Don't cry," I croaked to myself, "Don't cry, don't cry... don't..." My eyes were tearing up and I felt absolutely horrible. Then, I just couldn't help it. Basketball had been my life! and now, it was all over. The End. Game Over. I started sobbing like crazy. I felt too depressed to be tough. I was crying so hard, I started hyperventilating. I was crying, "GAME OVER! GAME OVER!" I started to tear down my basketball posters to pieces out of sadness. I screamed as I ripped all my posters of my favorite basketball players to shreds. I didn't need a constant reminder of the dream I had lost on the walls. I smashed all my championship trophies to pieces. The metal shattered like all my goals and dreams. I turned of my lights and cried myself to sleep...
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Game Changer
Teen FictionBasketball player Riley Parker has an accident and is severely injured but then something strange happens. But is this change a miracle or a curse? Look into the eyes of Riley as she experiences fame, popularity, BFF drama, breakups and the return o...
