opening paragrah

Joylynn   :


         “Let’s go!” I shouted impatiently. Tom drifted the basketball left and right. I could not wait any longer, I ran towards Tom snatching the ball from him and shooting it towards the goal.

       “Screech” That sound bursted in my ears as I got the ball. “What was that?” Tom said with eyes wide open. I ran towards the road, my legs stood rooted to the ground and my jaws dropped. As Tom was huffing and puffing, I told him that a motorcyclist had knocked down an old man but sped off.