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Monday, 27 March 2017

Playing hard out at basketball

Today it is a warm, summer morning. I say to my mum “It's my first day of basketball.”
“Come on,” I say to myself, “I need to ready.” I need my cosy uniform on. My mum drives me to the YMCA. Before we get  there I have a quick bite to eat and get a bottle of water. When I arrive there I see my friends. Then the loud buzzer goes off I am first on. My mum starts embarrassing me by waving her hands and saying go Nevaeh. My team is failing by 10 points. My insides tighten,  my heart hammers harder. At the end I am relieved because it is a tie - that was a close one. ⛹️

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