It's Just A Game

It's Just A Game

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My brother Paul Roswell was the captain of the New Harold High School's basketball team. He was everything the team needed. An all around player. At the height of 5'9",he was a flexible forward with exceptional leadership skills. Coach Stibbs seldom interferes during game time and leaves all of it to Paul. I, Myah, on the other hand, am my brother's number one fan. I follow him around. I'm like his shadow but he never complains about it. Other brothers might find it annoying but with Paul, he tolerates me. He's two years older than me, a senior while I'm a sophomore. We both share the same fire for the game of basketball. Until one night, the entire team got invited for a practice game with DunHill High School in the next town. He didn't come home after that. He was shot dead by an unknown man after the game inside the locker room. And my world came tumbling downhill as well. I no longer appreciate the game that took the life of my dearest brother.
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