In a small town called maywood, there was a boy named Chris. Who dreamed of becoming a basketball player. Chris wanted to be just like Michael Jordan. He wanted to have power, speed, and game. He wanted to have the shot, the hops, and the popularity.
On one Saturday evening, Chris went to Colombus park to play basketball( or what they call hoop ). He wasn't good, he wasn't bad. But lots of people (such as coaches, brothers, and his father) said that he was going to be the best player in the big league. Chris just wouldn't pass the ball. 'Pass da ball Chris', his friend Mike yelled. 'Uah Uah, I got it, I got it', Chris replied.'The crowd did the count down, 3...2...1...aaaannnnk. Chris missed the shot. Everybody felt like they hated him at that time. Mike said, 'you suck', and left him there. Didn't even help him.
Chris walked home by himself that night. I believe, that one day, he'll find out how to pass the ball.
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nice job, shure
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