My ballA Story by ShreyaIts in me. MY BALL You see it there, its right there. A breeze and the net moves a bit, challenging you to approach it..... Will you make it? Drenched in sweat, panting like hell, you square the way out. Theres a left and then its pretty straight. U get the pass and you move. The summer wind feels cool, kind of nice on your red hot face, flushed and wet. Its going to be quick, yet you know what will happen, you know each second of your movement. You dribble, relax a bit, see who's with you , see who isn't. There's one just across waiting for a perfect cross. Give it? But then you see the opponent at her back. You calculate, but too late, there's someone behind you, waiting to attack. "Run!" Each cell in your body cries out. "Wait" the grey cells take command. You wait at the half-court, wait for the perfect moment, don't cross the half yet, you wait. There she comes, fast as lightning, you dribble once and flash a grin. You take a step back and she flies past. Then its your way all along. You plunge into the next half, they cry for a foul- back court, but you know you hadn't crossed the line. You move, its your moment. "Shoot" some one cries at the back and you feel adrenaline pump in proportions you didn't know were possible. You take the first step of your lay up. Its there, right there waiting. You take the second, you feel close, no one can stop you now. The last jump, you already hear the cheers. And THERE she comes mumbling behind you. Shes angry with what happened at the half court. Your fingers leave the red thing, you somehow know it will make it, BUT, unfortunately, you cant see the ball any more. Thats on account of the fact that your breathing the concrete floor, your knee hurts. She did what she came for and seems pretty happy looking over you with that sneer. BUT, Who care's dude, its my ball and i made the shoot! © 2010 ShreyaReviews
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Added on March 22, 2010Last Updated on March 22, 2010 AuthorShreyaJammu, IndiaAboutRaised Einstein from the dead to tell him of the flaws, but forgot his brain's in a jar elsewhere. Still, good photo op & puppetry practice. ALSO thinks copy & paste is the greatest invention ever th.. more..Writing
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