• Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

Who Am I?

Extracts from this document...

Introduction

19th May 2003 Raheem Hussain Who Am I? I sat in the closet of Tim's room still remembering the embarrassment we endorsed when being overwhelmed by the underdog Samual Taylor an ammeter at The Men's World Open Championships which were held in France. They were the biggest event in the calendar year and all the big names all around the world took part in the competitions either as doubles or as we were in singles matches. They only came around every four years and were what every man would dream of winning since childhood, it was as important in tennis terms as winning the World Cup in football. What happened in France was destroying for my reign as Tim's playing partner; it was one of the biggest upsets in the history of tennis. ...read more.

Middle

This is when the game took a turn for the worse we lost the following ten sets only winning a cancellation last set of a disastrous match. That game was surely the most terrible game of my playing career with Tim, every ball that bounced of me seemed to slice or go in the wrong direction and this was the main reason for why we had lost this intriguing match. After the game an ashamed Tim Henman angrily in frustration bashed me continuously against the changing room floor causing great damage to my ovular shape. That event changed my life forever as my life took a turn for the bad. I was no longer Tim's lucky charm, his secret weapon, there was no place for me left in Tim's life, I was lonely, locked in a bleak cold closet surrounded by tennis equipment and showered in jackets. ...read more.

Conclusion

I should of known that life is like a roller coaster ride and their are ups and downs and life is not always you would like it to be. But one day, as I was growing tired of living this boring life, I heard a creaking sound and then the lock was being turned. A face peeped through the door. It was Tim. I anxiously waited to see what he was looking for. He pushed one after the other the jackets that were piled over me, finally reaching to me, lifting me gently he rubbed his hand against my framework noticing the great damage. He took me out and asked a man in a long black suit to have me repaired. It was over. The misery was finally over but what was going to be done to me now?. ...read more.

The above preview is unformatted text

This student written piece of work is one of many that can be found in our GCSE Mildred Taylor section.

Found what you're looking for?

  • Start learning 29% faster today
  • 150,000+ documents available
  • Just £6.99 a month

Not the one? Search for your essay title...
  • Join over 1.2 million students every month
  • Accelerate your learning by 29%
  • Unlimited access from just £6.99 per month

See related essaysSee related essays

Related GCSE Mildred Taylor essays

  1. Roll of Thunder Hear My Cry - Character of T.J. Examine the way ...

    over to him and the sheriff so they can take care of it. But the men refused to listen to reason and Mr. Jamison was warned off and accused of being a "nigger lover." We must admire Mr. Jamison for having the courage to stand up to all those angry and violent men for what he believes is right.

  2. What aspects of racism are presented by Mildred Taylor in the book 'Roll of ...

    views on racism to men and how this kind of racism is more aggressive. Mr Morrison is bought home to stay by Papa. He has been dismissed from his work for fighting. "I think you oughta know I got fired off my job.

  1. How does Mildred Taylor effectively portray prejudice during the 1930's Mississippi in her novel, ...

    Yet, this wasn't always the case, as when the Logan's were on the bridge the white people would also come onto the bridge, which made the Logan's have to leave. This happened only because the whites knew they would be given the way to pass once they got on it,

  2. I took in a deep breath of the thick air that surrounded me

    to die.' I wept inconsolably, I kept repeating myself 'I don't want him to die'. Mama placed me on her knee and rocked me until our grief had gone away. Her long, silky hair fell on her slender shoulders, she tried her best to console me with some comforting words 'Look Cassie girl, T.J.

  • Over 160,000 pieces
    of student written work
  • Annotated by
    experienced teachers
  • Ideas and feedback to
    improve your own work