My Most Embarrassing Moment

I was 8. My heart was pounding. I was holding the ball. I ran up the basketball court, dribbling occasionally. I was drenched in sweat. Someone was yelling at me. I couldn’t hear them over the loud pounding of my anxious heart. None of my teammates were beside me, probably because I was faster than they were. I got to the basket and shot. Score! I put my hands up in the air, shouting for joy. I imagined having millions of people screaming my name. I noticed my teammates. They were staring at me oddly, but I was too happy to worry about it. My coach ran up to me probably wanting to say “You were amazing out there. You are a great basketball player!” but instead he said, “You shot in the wrong basket!” Suddenly everything reversed. My happiness turned to embarrassment. Then I noticed that not only was my team looking at me strangely, the crowd was too. So the other team got a point from me. I was devastated. I sat out the rest of the game. The other team made fun of me. Some cheerleaders were giggling together and pointing at me. I sat on the bench until it was time to go. My family was the first family to leave. I walked out the door and to my car. I didn’t talk to my family on the way home even though they were trying to cheer me up. Once we got home I laid on my bed glad the game and the torment was over.

That was my most embarrassing moment.