I wanted to write about my intramural creative writing piece because I went in a different direction for the piece. It was pretty different from my normal fantasy with a lot of emphasis on detail. For this piece I used a normal amount of detail and followed almost everything on the requirements. I am really happy with the piece and I also think its kind of funny.

 

 

Outline: I am worried about trying out, then I go and see how low key it is. I get on a team and start to have a great time, then are team wins every game and the tension builds up for the final game. We lose and it is a sad time, but I quickly get back on my feet by thinking of how well me and my team played.

 

My story Arch: introduction: Life is fine, but I still have a worried feeling about basketball. Rising action: I try out for a team, get on a team, and win every game until the last where the tension is the highest. Climax: It is over time in the last game and even one basket could give us the championship.Falling action: We lose the game and we are upset. Conclusion.: I realise that I played well and got rid of my fear and I should be happy.

 

Lauren Oliver structure: Liam must get on the 2,4 squad, before all the spots are filled by the good players, or else he will be in front of the whole school, playing on the 1,3 squad.  

 

Running, running, passing, shooting, yelling, breathing, breathing very fast. Sometimes in a basketball game, all this action can happen in 5 seconds. All the more reason for me to be terrified of intramurals. For months ahead of intramurals I was told about the dreaded 1,3 squad, and 2,4 squad. Oh, how I wanted to be on the 2,4 squad, Oh, how I did. But I knew that I would have to work for it. I went to the park, shooting, dribbling, and running, in preparation for the one moment. The Monday morning of tryouts. Technically there is no point in tryouts, since everybody is allowed to participate in the games, but still, the terrifying tryouts. I passed, and dribbled,  ran, and shot, and I ended up on Peter’s team.

 

I have to admit, Peters team was a good one . I had to prove to peter that I was worthy of the 2,4 squad. After 3 practices we had a game. I pretty much thought that we were about to play professional for the first time and if we lost we would be thrown out and lost in an endless abyss of death. Fortunately we dodged a bullet and won the game. I was on both the 2,4 squad and the 1,3 squad. It was a very low key and not as scary as I thought. We won 24 to 14 and I made a shot. I made a shot in a basketball game. I decided to play to real cool, and was acting like it was as easy as breathing. Even though breathing at that point was pretty hard because I was so out of breath.

 

We ended up winning the next 4 games. The rush, the fun. We were the good team. The team that people weren’t cheering for because they felt bad for the losers. We were that team.Then the finalys came. The actually terrifying point. We played vigorously until we went over time. The screams of the people cheering were not motivating at all and quite annoying actually, because they were cheering for the other team,”blue team, go blue team.”. Marlowe had a penalty shot and everything went slow. Just for a few seconds. Not like the movies where it is slow motion, more like something you have to experience to understand. His hands let go of the ball, the fast object shot across the court, hit the backboard and we lost, unfortunately.

 

I again decided to act like I was cool about it, unlike most of my team balling their eyes out and complaining about how the ref should not have called that foul. I started walking around the court and it was a different feeling. After every game I walked around the court saying hi to different people this was a different feeling though. A sad feeling.  I just wanted to lay down and go to sleep. My body felt limp and I slumped home. We worked so hard, how could we have lost. On the walk to home I pondered the season. Really, as I thought, I realized we played our hardest, and for the majority of the time one. It was a fun and eventful season and I look forward to the new dreaded basketball season next year.