This Writing is a Fiction Story about a Girl Trying to Get through Middle School

Coach slams the door behind her. She just stares at us with that look in her eyes like she's thinking just how many laps around the gym we will be running the next day at practice. But her frown slowly changes into a sweet smile. I sigh, maybe she wasn't going to yell at us, I thought too soon. Her smile disappeared quickly. "I cant believe you girls. After a week of conditioning and practicing on our offense, we looked like a bunch of boys out there!" Coach yells.
" Maggie you are our point guard, right?" she asks me. And without being given enough time to answer, I just nod my head.
"Then you need to start giving your teammates time to set up the offense, you are just rushing it, slow it down-."
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