The sound of the sneakers squeaking on the gym floor always made me feel like home.
“Over here!” I yelled and the brunette looked over to me, waiting for the opportune moment to throw the ball to me. I caught it and dribbled over to the two-point line. I didn’t have any fancy WNBA moves, but I did pretty well. I went for the shot and it bounced off the rim slightly before going into the net.
“f**k yeah, that’s right, McCullough!” my coach shouted over to me.
We were practicing for our upcoming game, but it still got intense. College basketball was different than high school basketball. For starters, you had to get used to your coach cussing you out. If you didn’t have thick skin, you weren’t going to make the cut.
I was greeted by my teammates’ sweaty hugs and cheers. It felt good, exc
