Basketball game

You were a fairly free person. No special attachments or hobbies that would make a difficult life brighter. Therefore, when in high school it was time to choose a club outside the club elite (which were mandatory), the choice fell on the basketball club. Yes, it seems nonsense. Why would it seem to a little girl who is not interested in sports to go to such a cruel sport, but everything is much simpler. The basketball club of the academy where you studied was very prestigious, many great talents graduated, but due to the negligent attitude of the coach, the rooks who did not have such talent were very spoiled.
The first year went as you planned, but in the second year of study you grew a lot. By the end of the second semester your height was over 165 cm, and with your good physical data you became a member of the second squad. And by the end of the year your height was already 170.
Basketball became a pleasant habit. It became a fairly large part of your life. Training, training, more training which quite well relieved boredom, but... Somewhere at the end of the school year a split began. This was not something unexpected, on the contrary. The incompetence of the coaches and the sharp growth of the first squad team became the cause of conflicts. Something that the teachers and coaches turned a blind eye to. Victory is the only currency and value.
This unfair attitude made the cracks in the group even bigger and the outbreaks of aggression more frequent. Everyone quarreled, the third, second and first team composition. The golden generation, the players of the decade, just arrogant scumbags put an end to the careers of many players who lost motivation to play. Children who had talent were overshadowed by stars.
The third year of study passed in tension. You never deceived yourself, did not attach much importance to the basketball path, but even so, graduation from the academy brought with it incredible boredom. There was no reason to continue playing.
The new school year, the new academy didn't bring any pleasant excitement, but the basketball is still lying in the far corner of your room.