The game continued.
Last three seconds.
They passed the ball to him. The other team is 2 points in advance.
Will he make it? Will he shoot it? Will they win? So much questions.
On the three point line, he stood by, breathe in and out, and trickle and dribble the ball and then…
SHOOT.
And the crowd screams loud and shouts through their lungs. I think they will have loss of voice after this, but I think its just worth it because we won.
I can’t shout out loud but through my inner being I am happy for him and for the team, they made a good job. They deserve it because of what they showed to us.
Have you ever felt this kind of feeling? When your heart is pounding slower than typical and you might die in an instance? And to God be all the glory.
He wears his winning and charming smile, raised his hand, closed fist and hurdle to his teammates. They were all crying out loud by winning the championship and so I am.
All those million hundred moves are worth it but the most extraordinary move is when he came to me and ask for a date. He’s too fast, right?
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His Million Hundred Moves
Teen FictionOf all his Fan girls, why me? Their are prettier and sexier than me but not smarter, because I am smarter than them, I think! Because of His Million Hundred Moves, I can't say No.
