Tuesday, January 3, 2012

The Tortuous Basketball

Author's note: My goal in this writing piece is to describe what it was like to have basketball practice during christmas break at nine in the morning.



BEEP, BEEP, BEEP. I turned my alarm clock off and lazily walk to the dresser. On my way over I think quietly to myself, 'Why did coach fetherston have to have an early practice?' I kept thinking this over and over while I was getting ready for basketball.


When I finally finished getting ready I headed down stairs for breakfast. I put my hair up in a pony and put my head band in. Then I had put my shoes in my basketball bag, and started eating breakfast. Then out of no where I hear my mom yell,"Zoe the Clarks are here hurry up!"


I run out the door as fast as my leg will move when they are still half-asleep. When I hop into my friends car i feel the warmth of the heater rush through me and i feel like crawling into my bed and fall asleep agian. When I buckle my seatbelt it feels as if I am wrapping a blanket around me and i start to drift off.


When i feel the car stop I slowly unbuckle and grab my bag and then I step out of the warm comforting car into the cold, crisp air. My friend and I run into the gym as fast as we can so we don't freeze out here. Once we reach the inside of the school we sit down and start putting on our basketball shoes. We finally finish tying the laces and walk into the gym.


We each grab a ball and start shooting around. Our coach blows hardly into his whistle and we run to him like a pack of wolves do to a piece of meat. We form a huddle and he starts giving us a lecture about how we have to practice hard today.


Finally practice is over and my friend and I head to her car and she drives me home. Once I got home I ate like a pig, then took a nap.