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The entire gymnasium was silent. Every single person in the gym was standing at this moment, with his or her eyes fixated on the small, skinny girl, whose figure duplicated that of the microphone she was holding. Hearing her voice reminded me the birds that chirped and sang ever so delightfully to awaken me each and every morning. As I stood on the end line with my team, my eyes scanned the horizon. Seeing the bleachers filled to capacity made me realize how lucky I really was. I had tingles going through my body, like it was Christmas morning or something, as everyone anxiously awaited the game to begin. This is what high school dreams are made of.As the crowd sat silently, the players slowly huddled around. This is the moment that the team had dreaded all season long, and it has happened only two plays into the match. An aerial view would show the circle of players gathered around a fallen man, number nine. This would be a long match if this superstar did not return to the game, he had worked himself into becoming the heart and soul of this team, in that he was main driving force of inspiration each match. Just by watching him you could see that everyday he was giving 110% and nothing less. He was a prime exa
The tests were extremely difficult and number nine did all he could to conceal the pain that he was in so he would get the trainers ok to return. So now every time I look down at my ring finger on my right hand, I am constantly reminded of how just how lucky I am. He sat there for what seemed like an eternity icing his ankle to control the swelling. At this instant the stadium erupted. Within a blink of an eye the ball had hit the floor. His anger stage only lasted for a few minutes, because his mind then began to think logically. Much to his chagrin, number nine was not even allowed to start in the third game, because the coach did not believe it was fair to the other the substitute who had entered the game earlier. But the reality of the matter was that this was real, maybe even a little too real. You could tell he was in excruciating pain by the look on his face and the tears coming down his eyes. The fans all rushed the floor and hoisted the some of the players in the air. He was in a world of his own, but now this had all been taken away from him. But this season was already different, in that the team had already lost a game this season. Number nine who was only a junior had in fact become the most dominant player in the state as a junior on a team, whose roster was completely dominated by older, bigger senior. It was as if he were a newborn learning how to walk for the first time, or someone who had been in a horrible accident and they had to start all over from scratch. But amidst all of this wild merriment, number nine looked up at the ceiling just to take a moment to thank god for everything he had been given.
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