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The Tennis Tournament of the Year
Breathe in, breathe out. Those were the exact words I told myself as I stepped out of my comfort zone known as my car. I had a slight nervous feelings; instead of the normal butterflies people would usually feel, it felt as if miniature, green tennis balls were encircling my head. As the clock tickled towards nine forty-five, I waited and the feelings of both excitement and nervousness washed over me. My opponent, Ella Adair, was a tennis player from Clinton High School. After an approximately twenty minute warmup, the match had finally begun. Like an instinct, my mind immediately closed every single noise out and I directed all of my concentration my racket and the tennis ball.
I briefly glanced towards the gate and I was able to see my father. In response, I displayed a half-smiled to myself since I knew that my father was cheering me on. Point after point I played and I won with great determination. The first set was complete with a score of 6-2. As I went into the second set, my shoes darted across the court like lightning. My confidence level increased after every single point I played. As I continued my match, I recalled the words Watch the ball, play the ball, those were the words my coach would tell us. The second set ended with a score of 6-3. Then, I walked off of the court, my father was waiting to congratulate me for my outstanding win. As the years will go by, I will look back onto this match and I will be proud to be a Lady Jackets of T. L. Hanna High School. I will continue the legacy of the tennis team.

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