Sadly I sit on the bench watching all my friends play basketball. OH! I just wish I could play the way I used to. I miss scoring, I miss throwing, I miss dribbling. I’m feeling very sorry for myself.
RING, RING, RING! Oh my phone is buzzing in my pocket. Who would be calling me when I’m at basketball? I reach into my pocket, I get out the phone and it is my dad. Why would he call me in the middle of the basketball match? He sounds angry and he says to, “COME HOME NOW!” I am terrified! What did I do?
I slowly walk through the park, and I can’t stop thinking about basketball. I wish I could go on the court to play. I get so jealous! I can’t believe my eyes at what I am seeing. It’s a man doing unbelievable tricks, amazing tricks! Who is this man? Why is he here? I approach the man and ask him if he can help me do some of those tricks. He smiles and says he would love to help me.
I find out the man plays for Australia in the Paralympics. He teaches me how to play basketball with one hand. Practice, practice, practice! Scoring is hard but dribbling is easy. While l am practising l think about my friends at basketball. I feel ready to play. When I get to the stadium, I can’t wait to show them my tricks. I hope they are as amazed as me when I show them all the tricks that I’ve learnt.
I run into the stadium with excitement. The game is still on. I slowly sit down on the bench to join the game. The game is almost over! I’m finally on the court. Most of the other team run towards me for the ball. I quickly dribble and run at the same time, pass it to my teammate and he passes it back to me. The ring is right behind me. I jump and…SCORE!!!!!!!!!! The crowd is cheering at my friends and me. I finally get what I want. I can play basketball.
Who would believe I would be back on the court again?