Back in seventh grade I used to love playing basketball. I was one of the five players that were recognized. Not to sound full of myself (because I'm certainly not), but I was actually pretty good. I would always look forward to practices and games. Many parents came up to me and would tell me how well I played. All of the good things about basketball had vanished once my eighth grade season had started. I had a different coach than the year before. My new coach picked favorites and I was not one of them. There were mainly two girls she really liked out of the rest of the team. I'm pretty sure the reason why coach liked them was because of their popularity and because they were suck-ups. I hardly ever got recognized for the good things I did,
