The next day was tryouts. I knew that my grandpa always loved to watch me play. So I tried my hardest.
The coach yelled and hollered at other players while he complemented me. He said that my ball handling and my shots were passed amazing.
While he and the other coach chatted it was already ten o'clock.
"Alright ladies, time to go home. The results should be out within a few days." He told us. We all walked out and I ran home. As I was getting ready other girls were laughing at me.
I was the shortest person at the tryouts. But I had surpassed everyone's expectations.
As I was about the leave, one girl grabbed my arm and pulled me over to the side.
"Hey. My name is Abigail. It's nice to meet you." I was surprised. She was so nice.
"Hello, my name is Anna. It's nice to meet you as well." We traded numbers and started to chat.
She was in 9th grade as well. Her and I became very close after that.

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The deciding shot
Short StoryThis is a story about basketball, romance, tragedy, and hope.