Basketball Creative Writing

My heart ached more than my broken leg as I stared at the trophy across from the gym, mocking me, telling me I wasn't good enough. The doctor said he wasn't sure if I would be able to play in the state championship, but I sure earned it, the team needed me. I got up using my crutches as a guide, and walked across the room, to the face of the trophy that made me the most nervous, then looked at the basketball hoop south of it. My baby sat their all sad and lonely, like he hasn't seen me in years, it's all Jake Owens fault. The other hoop brought back memories that made me even more miserable, the time Jake Owens broke my leg weeks ago right on the bleachers in front of me. He pushed me down the steep flights of stairs, crushing my leg in 3 places, but more importantly making me miss out on the most important thing in my life, basketball. I was determined to tell Coach and my doctor I would be ready, I needed this, it was my only chance to win high school state ball before college. I gave my foot a little pressure before ditching the crutches and free walking. I grabbed a ball from the rack in the corner of the gym, and slightly arched my foot to shoot the ball, it hurt, but like always swished right threw the net. I then forced myself to retrieve the ball, and shoot again, and again. Finally
I couldn't do anything else besides give him the biggest bro hug ever, and feel great, no more stress. The doctor said don't over do it, but it means alot to you I can see, be careful and good luck, take care of it. Leaving on a good note, I called coach and told him the news, and he added my name top list for line up, line up, it was hard to wrap my mind that I was actually playing for state, less than a week, on my less broken foot. I practiced and practiced more than ever, spending every second on a straight grind, eat, sleep, ball, and before I knew it the day