The park

Frankly this short story was a writing piece I did in school so I hope you like it. Here is the beginning, The squeaking of shoes and the bouncing of a basket ball was something in thought I would never miss. Until it was replaced with the squeaking of tires.
BTW-the girl in the story her name is not revealed because it is me. Our writing piece was suppose to have yourself in it as someone that supports the main character or is the main character :p so I'm the girl.