He Shoots, He Misses

As the title implies, I missed my basketball game. It wasn't just any basketball game, it was the last game this year. (For me at least).

It started when school ended. I had forgotten about it when I saw some of my friends playing in the courtyard.

When it was 3:20 everyone left except one. It was then I realized I missed the bus to my game. Well I didn't really know where my game was. I heard my parents say my game was at this new sports center which is, like, three miles away. I can barely run one mile!

Luckily, the one remaining friend said he would drive me there once his brother's guitar lesson was over, so we had some time.

I tried to phone my mom, but the school phone wasn't working! Of all the times for a phone to be down.

At this point, I was beginning to worry. When my mom got there she wouldn't see me and ask the coach "Where's Frankie?" (that's my name) and he would say " He didn't make the bus."

So when I'm sulking, one of my friend's dad comes and says that the game is in the school gym. I rushed to the gym and saw the game and my mom.

So that's how happened. I know, how can I forget. Well, to be honest that was the second game I was actually there for. so it's not to hard to forget, especially since today was a special day. I talk about that in my next post. (Hint: it involves pizza.)