Dribble. Dribble. Swish. “Yeah, nice play!”

It was a hot day, but none of us minded, camp was boring enough and when we got a break, we played our hearts out on the court. I was the only girl really into it. The others sat on the grass, watching and fanning themselves.

Of course, I knew it was dangerous playing with all guys, but I had to play. My crush was there and I couldn’t just sit around. I heard a rumor he liked girls who were good at sports, and I was good at sports, so what was I afraid of?

Well, I had to get the ball first. Then, I could prove myself. I ket glancing over at him. He was watching his team mates, shouting out instructions, and, of course, looking adorable.

Our team lost the ball and we sprinted down the court to the other basket. Some kid shot the ball and we all watched as it swirled around, as if in a toilet bowl. Suddenly, it bounced out. The last thing I saw was a large, orange ball flying towards my face.