Shoot for the Hoops
One wonderful day a girl was
born. Her name was Veronica. Veronica loved to play basketball. But, every time
she shot, it bounced off of the red box. She tried shooting, dribbling, and
even passing with her little brother, but still she was no good.
When she was in the backseat
with her little brother going to breakfast, she asked her little brother, “Am I
ever going to get better at basketball?” Her little brother had a great
solution. He said “every two hours, Nate (their older brother) will put cocoa
powder on your bed, don’t eat it, and you will be better at basketball. Just
remember to believe.” Veronica at first was very puzzled, but she got used to
the idea.
Veronica, her little brother,
and their mom went to a diner called Chips. She got an extra fluffy buttermilk
pancake with whipped cream and strawberries. Her little brother had delectable
chicken tenders with ketchup and fruit. Last but not least, their mom had a
beautiful egg white omelet, with tomato, cheese, and spinach. Some of the kids
there from Veronica’s school laughed at Veronica when she walked by. They all
thought she was a wannabe “I hope your plan will work,” she whispered to her
little brother. Her little brother winked, and got his coat, hat, and pair of
mittens ready to leave. Veronica gulped. “What if the basketball idea doesn’t
work?” she thought. Then, she remembered that her brother was one of the few
people she really trusted. She totally believed the idea would work. Veronica
got her coat, hat, and her pair of mittens, and walked outside. She started
humming a different version of “I Believe I can fly,” but, about basketball.
When Veronica arrived at the camouflage truck that her dad, (who was now in the
army) owned. But now he got a newer truck. Veronica missed her father oh, so
much, it would be nice to see him again. Right now he was fighting in the
Afghanistan war. She got in the car and rode to dance.
When she arrived at the dance
studio, she said goodbye to her little brother, and walked into the dance
studio. She said Hello to many of her friends, and walked into the dressing
room and got ready for her dance class. She put up her hair in a bun. Then, she
went into class. Veronica practiced plea`s and leaps. The class split up into
two groups, and the groups each got to choreograph their own ballet dance. Then
they put on special heel shoes and did a technique for ballet called character.
After character, Veronica had an hour break.
So, Veronica did her homework and chatted. Soon it was time for Jazz. Veronica
changed and went into class. In class, Veronica a step called Padaborea. A
Padaborea is when you put one foot to the back, the other to the side, and the
first foot you used to the front. Also, Veronica learned another step, but
called the Jazz square. A Jazz Square is when one foot goes to the front, the
other foot crosses over the first foot you used, the first foot you used comes
to the back, and the other foot that you used goes to the back.
Now Veronica’s dance classes
were over. Her mom and little brother came to pick her up. Veronica rode home,
and ate a cheeseburger with tomato, for lunch. Her little brother had a
cheeseburger with tomato and ketchup. Veronica’s older brother ate a lettuce
and tomato burger. Veronica’s mom ate a burger with jalapeños and pickles.
Veronica asked her brother if the cocoa powder was doing well so far. Her older
brother said it was doing fine. So, Veronica wanted to try the idea out and her
older brother took her to the basketball court down the street. Veronica aimed
at the red box and flung the ball into the air. SWOOSH! The ball fell into the
net. A miracle had happened Veronica finally made a hoop! She believed in
herself! The next day, Veronica went to school. In gym, her gym teacher told
Veronica that she has improved in basketball, a lot. Soon, Veronica made the
school travel team. Then the kids at school had second thoughts about her.
I guess the moral here is that no
matter what always believe.
