DECRIPTIVE ESAAY DESCRIBING A PERON PERSONLITY , SCENCE, AND DIALOG FORM!

DECRIPTIVE ESAAY DESCRIBING A PERON PERSONLITY, SCENCE, AND DIALOG FORM!

DECRIPTIVE ESAAY DESCRIBING A PERON PERSONLITY, SCENCE, AND DIALOG FORM!

The crowd was soaked in red and gray. Through the opened windows of the little coach, I barely felt the gnaw of the stride breeze on my outstretched arms. As I inclined out to make communicate with the similarly poised arms of my teachers and classmates, I recognized that maybe just for today; twelve ordinary young women had become heroes. Forming a human burrows, the entire school had assembled to drive the dignity of the community off to the most stunning of all fair endeavors: the state woman's basketball championships. As the roar of the bus motor drowned out the last well-wishing voice, my partners and I considering what was before us. The opening to do something that no one in the history of our school had ever accomplished. We were about to make history. in addition to one minor blip, we had had a flawless season. And we were just one game away from the crowning what we knew was our birthright.

The travel up the turnpike was not different every other journey we road-weary warriors had become so accustomed. shortly we were in Harrisburg; at the view of what certainly would become our utmost victory. As we strolled out to practice on the imposing floor of the monster Center, the anticipation of what was to take place tomorrow topped up the team with giddy excitement. The group evening meal, the restless doze, all appears like a distort because in what seemed like a blink of an eye; we were back on that identical floor. But oh what a distinction 24 hours makes. This time, rather than of the boring thud of a ...