I stood on the sidelines and screamed at the top of my lungs; parents and watchers looking in disgrace. I clapped and cheered and yelled orders. Probably putting him off his game rather than helping. He turned his head a shot me a heart melting smile as he then continued to pass the ball to the shooter. First shot and the ball was in the hoop; another round of applause from me. He ran back to the starting places, wiped sweat from his forehead and got ready to run. My voice broke as I was about to scream once again. My voice was lost. I coughed and spluttered and clapped until my hands where red raw. The game finished quickly and he ran up; giving me a big sweaty hug. "Great game," my raspy voice spluttered out.
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
