Ava
The roar of the crowd was still ringing in my ears as I sank the final shot. The ball swished through the net, and just like that, we won.
My teammates screamed and rushed me on the court, jumping and hugging. I could barely breathe through all the excitement. My legs felt like jelly after running the whole game, sweat dripping down my back under my jersey.
Coach Hale stood on the sidelines watching everything with that intense look he always had.
Tall, broad shoulders, salt and pepper hair, and those dark eyes that seemed to see right through you. He was forty two but built like he could still play. Everyone respected him. He had turned our team around this season.
After the celebration died down a bit, he waved me over.
"Ava, come with me for a quick talk," he said in that d
