Realistic Fiction Story
Just Average
The pressure was on. After months of practice, the state basketball finals had finally came. It would take place in his hometown, Houston, Texas. Jack Jo was ready. Jack was a thirteen year old eighth-grader, he was a full time basketballer. No one messed with Jack, ever. But that day at practice, his whole life changed. “Hey, J-Jo, Pass the ball!” Alex, Jack’s best friend, shouted. Everyone called Jack, “J-Jo”. In basketball, he was known for being a one-man team, but he was a great one-man team.
“No, I got this.” Jack shouted back, then he drove in for the layup. His two other teammates ran at him, arms raised, ready to jump. Jack jumped up, arm extended, as one of the opposing teammates whacked Jack’s arm. Jack came falling with a loud “thump”. His arm would have been bruised if he had not fell, but after that fall, his arm broke. He yelled, shouting in pain, as his teammates gathered around him, trying to help him up.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, shoot, it hurts so much!” Jack whimpered as he lay on the floor.
The pain was indescribable. The shock was surreal. Everything seemed like a dream, but all at once, it was so real. The sky grew dark and drops of rain began falling onto the thirsty grass. The sun disappeared behind the dark clouds and Jack slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t dare look at his arm, he knew it had to be broken, or fractured. His arm was twisted in a very awkward position. Probably, too awkward. The pain was agonizing.
“It’s broken, Mrs. Jo.” Doctor Lin said with a sad look on his face, “We’re going to put on a cast.” Jack had been sent to the hospital after the incident. In Houston, the doctors were very efficient, especially in Jack’s neighbourhood.
Jack came to school the next day with a very sad face on. His teammates huddled around him asking if he was okay. Jack said nothing, he just kept walking. That broken arm meant that his basketball career would be ended. The finals were gone for him, next year in high school, he
The pressure was on. After months of practice, the state basketball finals had finally came. It would take place in his hometown, Houston, Texas. Jack Jo was ready. Jack was a thirteen year old eighth-grader, he was a full time basketballer. No one messed with Jack, ever. But that day at practice, his whole life changed. “Hey, J-Jo, Pass the ball!” Alex, Jack’s best friend, shouted. Everyone called Jack, “J-Jo”. In basketball, he was known for being a one-man team, but he was a great one-man team.
“No, I got this.” Jack shouted back, then he drove in for the layup. His two other teammates ran at him, arms raised, ready to jump. Jack jumped up, arm extended, as one of the opposing teammates whacked Jack’s arm. Jack came falling with a loud “thump”. His arm would have been bruised if he had not fell, but after that fall, his arm broke. He yelled, shouting in pain, as his teammates gathered around him, trying to help him up.
“Ouch, ouch, ouch, shoot, it hurts so much!” Jack whimpered as he lay on the floor.
The pain was indescribable. The shock was surreal. Everything seemed like a dream, but all at once, it was so real. The sky grew dark and drops of rain began falling onto the thirsty grass. The sun disappeared behind the dark clouds and Jack slowly closed his eyes. He didn’t dare look at his arm, he knew it had to be broken, or fractured. His arm was twisted in a very awkward position. Probably, too awkward. The pain was agonizing.
“It’s broken, Mrs. Jo.” Doctor Lin said with a sad look on his face, “We’re going to put on a cast.” Jack had been sent to the hospital after the incident. In Houston, the doctors were very efficient, especially in Jack’s neighbourhood.
Jack came to school the next day with a very sad face on. His teammates huddled around him asking if he was okay. Jack said nothing, he just kept walking. That broken arm meant that his basketball career would be ended. The finals were gone for him, next year in high school, he