Robert Buchanan October 18th, 2013 1 Fictional Narrative The Sole Player of One Team The year was

January 5, 2051, and in a little town called Ribartcus a turtle named Bob was preparing for the biggest 2-day basketball game of his life. As the readers may not know, the town of Ribartcas is located on the planet of Zroxin, solely populated by turtles. It was the championship game; the game that decides who wins the YTL, the best youth turtle league in Zroxin, basketball championship for the youth turtles from the ages of eight to fourteen. The game was moving fast for a game of 2-day basketball. Already the Falcons, Bobs team, and the Bears, the opposing team, were battling it out for the championship because the score was tied at twenty-three. Bob was a tall turtle with a great shining shell. His eyes were hazel, and the shell was a stunning dark green with spurts of brown. Bob was roughly about five feet six inches and had green skin. The crowd cheered and screamed as Bob made a basket. The Falcons were up by two points with still about a day of basketball left. Suddenly out of the blue, a sailing orange basketball came out of one of the Bears players hands, while he was inbounding it and the ball smashed into Bobs shell. Directly after hitting the shell the ball came bouncing off, and hit Bob in his head. Everything went dark around him, and Bob started to see fairies prancing around him. His mind turned blank. Bob thought back to the car ride to the game, and how much he practiced before. All his thoughts and memories from the past day were drifting through this pitch-black atmosphere. Flouting in the darkness of Bobs mind. Kurumnph! Bob hit the ground hard. Bob seemed to be a ghost in his mind because he saw himself and his father, Al, at the neighborhood basketball court. He remembered how much he had trained and practiced for the championship. The image went blurry and the image faded. The next picture was seeing himself not being able to sleep the night before the game. He was nervous as an innocent person in court, for being trialed for a crime he did not commit.

The Bob in the picture sighed, and said to himself, Oh boy oh boy, I sure do hope that we win this game. We are playing the best team in the league, and there is no possible way we can win. Ghost Bob thought to himself, I know, I know, but we are winning in real life. Real Bob said, Im never going to do anything if I stay awake. I should better get some sleep.

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After he thought about this another image popped up. This image was Bob on the basketball court. Bob thought to himself, wait this doesnt feel right, I am lying on the ground with turtle heads hovering over him. There are green turtle heads. Huh! Oh wait. I am back in the present now. As Bob got up he felt a huge lumpy red blob on the spot that he was hit on. It felt like a ball in a flat world, but hurt like a broken leg. Not only that, but his shell was smashed to pieces. Luckily there were only two minutes left until half time. His teammates dragged Bob of court and plopped down on the bench. The two minutes ticked by, and then the buzzer tweeted a high-pitched ear-piercing noise. Bob and his father, Al, rushed him to Herberts Shell Repair Shop. Herbert, the owner, fixed Bobs shell in no time at all. After getting Bobs shell repaired Al and Bob scurried back to the court just before the next half of 2-day basketball would begin. The score now was tied at 30 with sixteen hours left in all. The couch of the Falcons put Bob into the game. Bob played, like his life was on the line. Bob scored basket after basket. It was as if the bright orange basketball fit like the last puzzle piece in a puzzle. It seemed as if anything he made would go in. Other than the shell repair, Bob was having a fantastic day. The sun was shining bright and gleaming outside. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the light blue color looked like the warm waters of the Caribbean floating up 1,000 miles into the foreverness of the open air. Unfortunately, Bobs teammates on the other hand were doing terrible. It seems as if they were not trying their hardest. Gladly, the Falcons were leading by twenty points, with eight hours left. Bob was tired and sweaty from the hours of hard work. The sweat from Bobs face made his crinkly skin feel sticky. The coach of

Bobs team called a timeout. The coach looked at Bob and Bob looked back. Together they were staring at each other like two owls. After a while, the coach broke the silence and said in his deep tone of voice, I am going to bench you for now, Bob. Bob stammered and pleaded to now be taken out, but the coach wanted Bob for the final hours of the game. Bobs team could not score a single basket. Bob could not take this torcher and kept on pleading to be put back into the game. The weather shifted to a murky black. Storm clouds filled what used to be a light blue sky. Lightning shrilled across the planet of Zroxin. The cave black storm clouds started to downpour rain, which made the roads sleek and slippery like a sharks skin. It seemed as if the world would end. Eventually, the Falcons lost the lead to the Bears, and now the coach put Bob into the game, but there was only about 1 minute left. The Bears were on top, 97-101. The game was still close. Bob came in and scored two easy baskets to even the playing field, but the Bears scored another basket. This basket put the Bears up by two with only ten seconds for the Falcons to score. The ball was inbounded to Bob, and he felt the sweaty ball in his fingertips. In his mind he thought that there was only ten seconds, so he sprinted up court. All the Falcons needed were a three point shot to win. Bob went face-to-face with a Bears players. Bob drove hard to the basket then sidestepped back to behind the three-point line. The crowd was dead silent. It was as if the gymnasium went from a school bus full of noisy kids to a library. Bob shot the ball. The orange basketball sailed across the air. It went into the basket then rolled out as if the ball was never meant to go into the basket, and tried to escape the grasps of the rim. The Bears fans and bench screamed with joy The Falcons lost the one game they wanted to win. Bob was the heart and sole of the team, but he, himself, could not drive the team. In the end, the Falcons lost