After the Shot Drops By Randy Ribay

I started working in a graveyard with my mom, we clean graves and keep the place nice. However it gives me the creeps, I don’t know how my mom does this everyday, I would much rather just play basketball or really anything else for that matter than work in a graveyard. I would do chores around the house for all I care!

I wonder how Nasir’s doing I know he’s getting evicted and I feel so bad for him. I can’t do anything for him either. I wonder if he even likes me anymore, I mean I left him and the whole basketball team for another better one. I wonder if I made the right decision.

I left for a private school a couple weeks ago because of basketball. I have a lot of talent in the sport and the people at St. Sebastian High though that I would be a good fit on the team. They wanted me so that I could maybe bring a championship to the school. I have been having a tough time I don’t fit in and I feel like I’m a mascot and I’m just wondering around the school by myself. Although I have basketball by my side and that’s all I’m really here for, I wish things were different. I almost want to go back to my old school but I need to stay here for all the opportunities.

There’s better education, food, people, teachers, everything. The opportunity here is infinitely better than there was at my old school. But is it worth me not having friends or even my old friends? I don’t know. There’s only one thing that I can count on and thats Basketball

I can’t believe I performed like that in my last game! They couldn’t guard me. I just kept shooting and the ball went in. I was fully in the zone and I played almost perfect. My teammates realized this and they started feeding me the ball. What a game to end on, I will make sure to remember that for the rest of my life.