I Cant Miss !!!

Even though I didn't score much during the game Daddy was still proud of me and to be able to score my first point on my first shot he was still very proud of me, after the celebration we all went our separate ways as I went home to rest. 

The following day I could see the other players from my team bullying Susan because she wasn't passing the ball to anybody. Susan tried to explain it to them but they wouldn't listen as they pushed her around, I quickly went to defend her as I told them to stop. One of the girls had pushed me and made me fall, which hurt my feelings so much as I started tearing up. They started laughing at me saying that I was a crybaby, I ignore them and went to report them to the teacher because I didn't want any problems. After the whole situation had been settled we went about the rest of the day doing our daily classes. After school, we had practice once again and there was a lot of tension in the air. Coach G was confused about this and asked: "what's wrong". They all started complaining about Susan for not passing the ball. Coach G knew this was going to happen so she told Susan that she should pass the ball more, she should try to at least score 10 points and then start passing the ball around. Susan simply nodded as we started practicing again, I was working on my dribbling skills most of the time. Coach G told us that we had our first real game the following week. This got everybody excited, the other girls were still making fun of Susan saying this time pass the ball and don't be like Kobe Bryant. This caused me to chuckle a little bit as Susan glared at me. My daily life had gotten crazy when everybody had found out that my father was the basketball star player Eazy and treated me with special care. I didn't like this and felt annoyed by this. When I told my mommy about this she told me to just simply ignore them and that comes with the territory of being the daughter of a famous player and that I should get used to it I simply nodded my head after talking to her and we moved on. My speed had picked up a bit and so did my dribbling skills after Daddy had come home one day just to train with me. He had taught me a lot of new moves, he was very surprised when he saw me shooting the ball and not miss as he started mumbling a lot of things under his breath. Something about not having too many kids but I ignored it as I continue to practice. The day of our first and official game had come. Daddy and his crew had shown up once again to support me and my team. This time I was to star in the game as Susan realize that I had strangely improved my game. I was able to get open for shots even though I still couldn't shoot three-pointers, the two pointers still added up. This time it was a close game as the team we were playing was just as good as we were. The only thing was they didn't have a player like me who was able to shoot the lights out. I was still shy and nervous due to the crowd of people that were there but I was getting slightly better over time as the game went on. Bianca had also gotten more rebounds and had even scored 2 points. Since this was an official game the time was even longer than the previous games so this time the bench was able to play as they came in and substituted for us when we got tired every time. As soon as the bench came in they would blow our lead making the other team come back and making it quite a close game. By the time the final minutes were coming to an end we were only up by 2 points and they had the possession. We played harder defense as all the starting lineup was on the floor. Both our teams were quite tired but we continue to play hard as nobody wanted to lose. Their point guard had lost the ball and I dove for it, I don't know why I did that but it felt good to help out the team. I had a bruise on my shooting arm from when I landed but I didn't notice until after the game when Daddy pointed it out. When I saved the ball Susan got it and passed it to Su who was open to taking the shot but Su missed it as the timer went to zero but it didn't matter as we still won because we were up by two points. Daddy came down on the court and picked me up and put me on his shoulder as he ran around the court celebrating. We went to celebrate once again this time at an all-you-can-eat buffet which I really enjoyed because I was able to eat anything and as much as I wanted. There was no menu, I could pick out anything I wanted while I was eating my bruised arm was killing me but I hung on strong as I used food to distract me from the pain. Daddy was worried about me so he sent me to go see his doctor the next day. They did x-rays and check-ups on me, they didn't find anything and just told Daddy I needed to just rest it which I did and wasn't able to shoot with that arm for that whole week until my arm started to feel better again. Even though it was my shooting arm that was bruised I was still able to shoot with my left hand as when I was home I practice with my left hand mostly and still worked on my leg muscles. Aunty Opal said that I still needed to be fast since I was a shooter. I needed to be able to get open and that required me to do a lot of running so that week she made me do a lot more running than usual even though I started to hate her I appreciate it that she was spending more time with me.