“Ding Dong, Flight 6684 to Island County, Washington, USA, has just landed, I repeat, Flight 6684 to Island County, has just landed”. It was all by pure luck that we were moving to Island County, or maybe, it was déjà vu. Previously, traversing around different countries in Asia, I was content and overjoyed to finally venture to a first worst country. My childhood was rough, lingering around people who spoke a multitude of languages that I will never fathom, wearing cultured clothing that I would be embarrassed to express myself in, taking part in local festivals that I had no impulse and desire to engage in, and eating mainland food that I disgusted. My whole life has been a mess, always on the move, from place to place, without the ability …show more content…
Immediately, after exiting the airport, a beautifully polished lavender sedan pulled up. From bumper to bumper the car was beautiful. I admired each and every one of its stunning details. The headlights shone just as bright as the blazing sun up above, which was beaming off the hood and into the supple, leather interior. Its darkly tinted windows prevented intruders from looking in. Then, looking down, I could see my reflection in the shiny, …show more content…
Getting out of the car, they exclaimed at the same pitch, volume and speed, as if they rehearsed their slogan because they knew we were coming, “Welcome to Island County, the land where no man is an island”, Oblivious to their dialogue, my dad tells me to explore the area and make some new friends. As I approached the basketball courts that was in the far distance, I took my hand out of my pockets and reach over for a handshake, “Hey, my name’s Chuck, can I play?”. Quickly the group of boys all turned around. Sweating profusely, they stood there like statues. Sporting the most luxurious and most well-known brands such as Nike, Adidas and Under Amour, I knew I was outmatched. After a long and uneventful pause, a voice sprung up, “Chuck, lets ball”, as the ringleader chucked the ball towards me. He introduced me to every single one of his mates, telling me every single defining attribute and characteristic. Apart from that, he told me something that I will cherish for my entire life. “Chuck, here in Island County, we play hard and treat everyone equally, it’s a small town, you help each other, they help you back”. I’ve never felt so immersed in a community where I can depend on my neighbours and my friends. My entire life, I’ve been struggling to find an identity, struggling to fit in, and struggling to find a sense of belonging. Until
Brent was now 16 years old, and was on the New Haven high school basketball team. In his Sophomore year, he had won the MVP (Most Valuable Player) award. He had faced his challenge of becoming a one armed basketball player, when he was 7 years old. Nastier remarks then can be thought about in the human language were spoken. Brent did not let this get to his head, with the undenying thought of going all-pro in the sport he loved.
One summer, there was a kid named Dean Gullberry and Dean liked to play the game of basketball. Dean would always go out to the river court and do what he does best. Dean had three best friends that he had always spent time with 24/7 playing basketball and just hanging out. His friends Ben Dover who lived across the street from Dean, Dixie Normous who Dean met at the river court but didn’t go to his school, and Jack Koffing who Dean met playing travel ball back at Compton. Dean Gullberry had always wanted to play in his city’s basketball league but people kept on saying that he wasn’t good enough, strong enough or big enough to be in the league.
Charles dad Charles King Sr still worked his son really hard so, Charles was ready for the games because Charles dad thought he shouldn’t have time to waste if he wanted to play at the next level. Charles knew that his dad was just trying to push him to be the best player he could be so, everything his dad would say he would listen. “Come on son get up it's work time,” said Dad “Dad it’s 6:00 in the morning,” said Charles. “I know that son.
Your dreams dying, your activities fading, and your friendships, all rollaway for a little face that will change your life forever. "I layed down my basketball and it rolled out the door into the hall toward Mary 's room"(Johnson page 23). Bobby has to give up his dreams, his actives, and his friends every time they want to go play basketball. Bobby 's life is going to change and with that he is going to have to change too.
This change results in their development of a true “bromance.” In the competitive, egocentric environment of the LA streetball courts, Shelton glorifies the transition
What’s the purpose of friendship? Unfortunately, I was forced to learn this the hard way when I attended the ‘Virginia Aerospace Science and Technology Scholars’ Summer Academy over the summer of my junior year. The experience at the academy was unlike any other, but the challenge to make new friends was the most intimidating there than anywhere else that I’ve visited, especially at my own school. Yet, my school holds many of the common and well known people, such as teachers, that I could lean on for mental support, while at the academy had everything but Franklin County. What I meant by ‘but Franklin County’, I am actually referring to the wide varieties of different ethnicities and educational backgrounds that imploded into one single summer
It was the last inning of the 2020 Jr baseball finals; the winner would be declared the champions of the west region of the United States of America. The opposing team was one point ahead and Augustin’s team had one player on first base and another on second. Augustin sat on the bench next to his two best friends, Susan and Sam. They sat there for a while waiting for their turn to bat and not before long their team had received a strikeout. The kid who stuck out was a scrawny kid with glass who looked as if he was going to cry under the pressure of the game.
Moving isn't easy to me and my family. I have moved from state to state and city to city but not found the perfect place to life. But my mom told me we are moving to Arizona. Can this please be the perfect place to life. We arrived to our house, the house wasn’t the biggest but i can deal with it.
If you go more than three generations up in your ancestral line, you no longer share any blood similarities with your. This is due to the dna mixing and different family genes, so it makes sense that our ancestors are very different then us. Me being a caucasian female living Hawaii changed my life a lot more then it would have if I stayed in Canada. I never really thought I had a culture, my family says I'm a mixed plate. That always confused me because my skin is white and I grew up in Hawaii, so I just assumed I was just another hole.
Breath was rushing out the kid who wore a Gray and blue uniform, the boy 's hair was black and poked straight up in twisted curls, he had brown eyes that looked like dirt, he was strong and athletic, his name was D’haquille Jones, and I was DhaQuille Jones, staring down at the newly glazed floorboards of John Pickett high school gym. The ref blew the whistle signaling that our time out was over, and all we had was thirteen precious seconds to beat the Valencia high. I jogged onto the court, adrenaline rushing through my body. The ref tossed the ball towards Chris, once he had found the open man he lobbed it over the oncoming defender. Calling for the ball I sprinted around my defender to get open.
“It was a quiet day at the park,” David tells his grandchildren. “I was moping around and thinking about how I once again didn’t get the part I wanted on my 6 grade football team.” “Grandpa, get to the point,” his grandson Tom says. “I was the running back and one of the best our team has ever seen. Nobody was even thinking about changing it…” his voice drifted off as he leaned back in the rocking chair and gazed at the roof of his log cabin.
At all of jack’s games, this skinny short hopeful athlete sat on the bench and hardly ever played a game at his local club iron bank. Jack lived alone with his dad, and the two of them had very close bond. Even though his son was always on the bench, his dad was always cheering him and his team on. Jack was the smallest kid in his class when he entered high school.
Today was the day, Jack my twin brother, and I find out if we are accepted into the California University football team. Sure, I was laughed at and taunted at tryouts, but I know I did well. Suddenly, I heard the doorbell ring. “Macy, your letter is here,” yelled Jack. “I will be right down,” I replied.
Next day, I pulled up at the Smith Park with my ball and the same NBA jersey. I met a 6’11 person. He offered me to be my coach and he will teach about the games, earnestness, and determination toward basketball forasmuch his son had passed away in the winter at my age and the attachment to his son. Therefore, he wanted to convey Germile 's passion with basketball by enlightening me because he lost the chance to train his son. After then, every morning even It 's dark and the snow is still falling, clumps of wet flakes drifting endlessly down, the air moist, the sidewalk mushy underfoot.
“CLANK, CLANK, CLANK.” Yuyi had been preparing for tryouts via jumpshot on the rusting steel basketball hoop occupying the nearly perfect courtyard. His prayers for sunken shots were being answered with bricks; not the beautiful red ones that occupy your local fire department but the ones that make a harsh buzzing noise when the ball hits the side of the rim. Watching Yuyi assault the rim with his horrid form made me feel uneasy. Not only was he a better player than me, but in that moment I remembered the past three years of unsuccessful tryouts. The process of failure had become repetitive; getting home from school, getting the phone call that I had not made the team,, and then my parents poorly comforting me.