SLAM! The car door went as I was getting out of the car. Anxiously, I could feel my stomach twist and turn even harder than before. Just the concept of being on the court made my body stiff. "I hope everybody is here so that way I won't have to fill in any spots for anyone." I say as I make my way through this long hallway of what looks like a high school. My dad, and my sister following behind me.
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The Thought That Counts
Short StoryA short story about what happened at one of my basketball games.
