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or out. Transition: As you get closer and closer to actually “shooting” the ball, the form becomes more and more important. The room for error becomes miniscule. III.     The final part of the shot includes using your hands and fingers to put the ball through the hoop. 1.     Your shooting arm should be bent into the shape of an L. 2.     The other arm directly to the side of your shooting arm with a slight bend.

chrome frame chairs with a soft cushion on top while being in circle with their fresh hot cup of coffee in their hands. There was also these colored reading cards set on these long white tables in the middles of the room forming a square or more like a diamond whiles the fellow members were sitting down. All the sudden I felt a hand on my shoulder and I looked back slowly to see whose hand was on my shoulder and it was an old using buddy. He did not even asked me what I was doing

An Artistic Way to See Tragedies "Leap" by Brian Doyle is a poem that describes the event of 9/11 focusing on a specific couple who jumped together holding hands as if they were meant to be together at that particular moment, and "Desperation Force a Horrific Decision" by Dennis Cauchon and Martha Moore is a newspaper article that describes the event of 9/11 in a more professional way giving more details about the event focusing on the jumpers in general and what made them make the decision of

Six hundred and sixty four. Six hundred sixty five. Six hundred sixty si….The boy stopped counting. He gripped his yoyo tightly in his hand, unwilling to let go once more. He looked over to where his brother sat and sighed deeply at the depressing sight. His brother held a beautiful porcelain doll that looked like it belong to a two-year old girl.His brother spoke softly to the doll,stroking its long black hair “I’m sorry Alice, I didn’t mean to do it…..I tried to save you, I really did.” The boy

So, as she flys forward to attack once more, I throw my hands up creating spikes of darkness. The darkness pushes through the light solidifying around me. The Winged One has no time to stop or slow so she flies forward to the spikes protecting. One of them stabs straight through her left wing. The woman lets

what she should be doing with them until Yu’mi made a motion with his hands and Mae finally got it. “Oh, grind. I’m to *grind*.” “Grind,” Yu’mi repeated, absorbing the word. Mae found her job quite easy and suggested to Toke and Dexter that they might want to offer to help too. “Nah, he’s doing good.” Toke put his hands behind his head and leaned comfortably against a rock. Dexter walked over to Yu’mi and held out his hands. “Help?” Glancing into the thicket trees, Yu’mi answered with a sharp

breathless and she could feel her crotch getting warmer and wetter by the minute. Steven was standing over her, looking at her, taking in every curve of her sexy body, drinking her in with his eyes. He wanted her, wanted her badly, she could tell. His hands reached out and

She laughed quietly, still in a whisper. “You’re a scaredy cat.” I pushed her hand away from my face, stood up, and straightened my blue Little Mermaid shorts. “I’m not. But I don’t want to get in trouble.” She balled up her fists and put them against her bony hips. “Come with me or I’ll tell her you bit me.” I followed the other

said assenting to the request somewhat tentative as he looked over at Inez then glancing at Cassidy. Summing up the courage, he then complied, making his way over to where the rock still sat atop Inez’s computer desk. Slowly, he reached out a timid hand, cautious to touch the stone. Then, making contact, he ever so lightly glazed over it with his index finger searching for anything unusual, any

She held a blue wooden car in her right hand with a palmer grasp (S. Gray, personal communication, September 18,