Basketball by Kyler

Izzy had the ball and I could see she was looking for someone to pass to. She looked side to side, and tried to see over the waving barrier of hands. She was also dribbling slowly, but not moving anywhere. I called out, but it was too late. The arms reaching up to block her knocked the ball out of her hands.

Bailey dribbled down the court and passed to Angie, who passed to Alice. My teammates were struggling to get the ball, but Alice flung the ball past them. This was the moment. Bailey was ready to catch. People were still putting their hands up, though the ball was gone.

I could hear the shouts and cheers of the other team, but they were nonexistent to me. All my concentration was on the orange sphere coasting towards Bailey’s hands like a helicopter. But I was Godzilla and I slapped the helicopter to crash on the ground.

AUTHOR
Kyler H-E
5th Grade

Simmons Camp
Journal