Rising Action Narrative

Setting

“Don’t worry Devin.” said my mother. It was draft day and me and my mother were walking underneath the hot sun in Brooklyn, New York. She’s been trying to reassure me that i’ll be drafted as a lottery pick for the past hour and a half. I left Kentucky in my freshman year in hopes of becoming an NBA player. Although, being a “one and done” is frowned upon, sometimes it’s the only option you have to take care of your family. Most people underestimate me because i’m only eighteen years old, however i’m certain I can play with people twice my age because i’ve done it before. I lived with my mom in my middle school years in Grand Rapids, Michigan. After my freshman year, I moved down south to live with my dad in Moss Point, Mississippi. The adjustment was a big one, but a necessary one if I was dedicated to playing at the next level.

Rising Action

However, the table is big enough for me to conceal it without any of the hundreds of cameras seeing. My mother gives me a side eye glance, nonverbally telling me to calm down. I’m a projected lottery pick, which means that I should be selected among the top 15 players. But, were already at the 10th pick, Frank Kaminsky. Two of my college teammates and one of my friends have already been selected. Every time I don’t hear my name it’s like a slap in the face. Two more picks have gone by, Myles Turner and another one of my teammates, Trey Lyles. I was the projected 12th pick. Now, my foot is tapping recklessly. All of my family at my table now stares at me, but i’m staring into the eyes of Adam SIlver as he says, “With the thirteenth pick in the 2015 NBA Draft, the Phoenix Suns