This writing is a fiction story about a girl trying to get through middle school.

Essay by WhitmoJunior High, 8th gradeA+, November 2003

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" Are you blind? That was a foul! She almost took her arm off! Maggie, if she does that again, just use your elbows on her," Coach Sanderson yells.

That's my coach...always yelling out commands to us, but really meaning it to the refs.

"Maggie get over here!" coach yells during the other team's free

throws. Slowly I jog over tho the bench where the rest of my teammates are.

"Yes coach?"

"You are looking very sluggish out there. If you don't hook it up

and play, you will be sitting right here beside me on the bench. Start doing your job you hear me?"

As I nervously walk back to my position, I start to think

about being taken out of the game. All the guys from my grade and

above are staring at me (at least that's how I feel), thinking I am not good enough to be starting on the varsity team.

My parents are upset because they know I can play better. It means a lot to me to empress fans, boys, and most of all my parents. With all these thoughts flying through my head, I forget I am in the game, but the visiting team's crowd snaps me out of it by cheering for the shot just made by their team. Quickly I run to receive the ball at the baseline.

Knowing that no Weatherberry Bears have ever defeated the Eastside High Timber- Wolves, made it even harder for me to concentrate on taking the ball down the court and stalling, so the clock

will run out for us to win 48 to 45. Five...four...three...two...seconds left on the clock, BZZZZ. That's the of end the game. We won, we actually won!

After we all had realized what had happened, we told the...