I can't help but vibrate my foot on the wood gym floor. I'm about to go in for a girl who has the coordination of a new born calf. The only reason she is a starter instead of myself is her extra foot and a half longer legs, but she is as thick as a stick and as slow as a sloth because limp waddle she does with her week ankles.
The coach gives me the signal to go in and I sprint out onto the court. She sees me and with a depressed expression she runs back to the bench. The opposite team has the ball in there clutches and they are a head 56 to 62. They have been shooting three point shots all night.
A large girl has the ball. I read her eyes seeing she going to pass it to the inside lane and intercept it and make a quick bounce pass to our best dribbler Jenny and she runs down the court, creating a large stampede behind her. She dribbles in and makes a lay-up, 58 to 62.
By the end of the game we won 72 to 69. I had made 14 steals and zero shots. I would probably be more of a hero if I tried to make more baskets, but that's not my job. I'm short, easy to block, and I liked stealing more than anything. I rush to the locker room to change knowing the basketball game stole my night away.
By the time I get home it dark and I can barely keep my eyes open. It had taken an hour to get back to my home town of Darrson.
"Emma, get to bed, you have practice in the morning," my mom told me as I walked in the door of my bed room.
I drop my stuff at the door and crash.
Schedule 1st week of September:
Wednesday: cross country practice, school, basketball practice
Thursday: marching band practice, school, basketball game
Friday: Basketball practice, school
Saturday: Cross country meet
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RandomEmma Karp is a junior at Darrson High. She is a straight A student, dedicated athlete, and a bookworm with an attitude. How can this one girl Juggle her many hobbies, school work, and her social life? Will her world come crashing down before her eye...
