Last Monday we had physical education. We were playing Knockout. Basketball but if you miss and the other person scores, your DISQUALIFIED. Then, last Friday, it was the tournament . I had beat like, 8 people. My Gf, my bff, my other bff, a lil bitch who beat me in finals last year (Colton), an annoying little asshole who talks back to the teacher, Dexter, another bff, Chloe, and Sophia, Chloes bestie. Wheres the eighth one you ask? Take a seat... It was March 4th I think. 11:57. I was up against the athlete. He shot, it fell 21 inches and 4 meters away. I shoot, miss. Last Monday he did the name of the game, knocked me off the rankings. I lost to him that monday. I took a close shot after my miss. We both missed. It was a life or death for me. He shoots from 7 meters away. Misses. I take a shot. Missed by about 13.467 inches. So close... He shoots up close. Misses as it bounces away. Everybody chants: "Bryson! Bryson! Bryson!" I wanna win, as revenge. I take 2 shots from up close. Miss. He is then running at lightspeed to try to shoot. I shoot. Thdunk. I had won. He was so embarrassed, but hid it with a gg. I was alone on my team. This is before I beat Nick, the 2nd bff I talked about. Blah blah blah, I beat Nick. Before Nick and me, went up, me and Nick stared at each other. My archenemy, Carter, said in a psychotic, yet soft voice, "I'm gonna teach that Bryson, a lesson." Under his breath, and then looked down at me with an evil, despicable smile. I was scared. He had actually beaten a few people. Nick and me played, thdunk, I won again. It was me, carter and... Eli. The comedic athlete, and Braedan, the athletes, best friend. I was up against Carter. He laughed creepily. We were up. I wanted to teach him a lesson as well, Karmas What YOU Make. Coach goes, 3, 2.... before one I thought, fuck you Carter, I tell you what to do to help you get better behavior grades. You dont tell me what to do... 1. We ran, Carter faster, cause I already ran a ton to beat Nick and Braedan. He misses, it bounces off the back board. I shoot, miss. It still fell right next to me. I felt confident. I let him shoot, miss, but he got up with his ball, just to hear..... Thdunk.. I won. Eli beat me though. But it felt good. Mentally and physically. That's the story! Hope you enjoyed this thread.