"As the basketball bounced against the wood of the gym floor I found myself thinking about it to try and distract myself. I knew that if I looked up I'd meet Logan's eyes and I'd probably stumble over my own feet. Something about having him in the crowds watching me made my heartbeat race. Knowing that right now his eyes were on me, judging my form and tact, made me feel like I had to make him proud.
The ball rebounded off of my fingertips and bounced off of the slick floor only to meet them once more as I dribbled my way down the court. All around was the sound of cheers, jeers and the footsteps of the girls who were desperately trying to catch up with me. It was amazing how supercharged a gut twisted in nerves can get you.
I stopped at the three point arc, jumping up as I released the ball from my hand. Even as my feet hit the ground I kept moving forward, running with the other girls who had caught up towards the basket. My shot rolled over the rim, missing the hole I so desperately wanted it to go in, and was quickly snatched from the air in a rebound from a girl on the other team.
As I jogged to the other side of the court I began wondering what it was like to be a basketball. I couldn't imagine it would be a very fun experience.
Every single thing I did would affect everyone. As many people as I made happy I'd be making an equal amount upset. I wouldn't just be making a shot for team A, but be putting team B behind as well. There'd be no way to please everybody.
Not to mention I'd have no control over myself. Everyone else would have a say in where I went but me. I'd be bounced from person to person, rebounding off the floor without any one so much as thinking about my feelings. Everything would revolve around the goals of whose hands I were in.
I'd be helpless and hopeless at the same time.
Then again, maybe it would be better for me not making any of my o..." http://wattpad.com/story/76149
