The Turnaround
Anxiously, I looked through the roster (花名册) posted on the wall. My body 1 as I saw all my friends' names but did not find mine. I could feel the tears building in my eyes. I felt 2 inside, like nothing mattered.
When I got back home, my father noticed my sullen walk and gloomy face, and asked me what was wrong.
"All my friends 3 the school team. Everyone! Except me…" I stammered.
"Well, what are you going to do about it? Are you just going to sit there?" he asked.
I didn't know what to say, just shaking my head. I thought hard for thirty minutes about what my dad said, and it started making 4. Nobody was going to give me a 5 on that team. I would have to earn it.
6, there was a gym near my school, so as soon as school was over, I biked to the gym and trained hard. I ran, dribbled, and shot until I 7 on the floor every single day. There were moments when I didn't think I could keep on going, but I 8 through it. After all, I thought, hard work beats talent when talent doesn't work hard.
After almost a year, I tried out for my seventh-grade team with great confidence. Regardless of the outcome, I knew that I had worked hard and learned something about mental 9. The next day, seeing my name printed in large bold letters, I realized I made it. The greater the effort, the 10 the reward, and I officially made a turnaround.
