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Narrative Essay On Middle School Basketball

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It all began on November 3, 2015 during my first middle school basketball tournament. The grey brick walls of the gymnasium looking more like a prison than a school. The school’s “Lincoln Park Elementary School” sign had graffiti and missed a couple letters from the name. The court was terribly small, but we began by playing the superb team of Jam on It. We were blown out and I headed back up to my mom and dad in the parent filled stands. The game wasn’t even fun to play and we looked like third graders playing them. I looked up to my parents as sad as could be. “Nico stop!” My mother insisted. “Mom I played terrible and we lost! How am I supposed to be happy?!” I snapped. “Get over it and be ready to play your next game.” She glared at…show more content…
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