|Age Range(s)||Kid (<13), Teenager (13-19)|
|Type of monologue / Character is||Descriptive, Rejoicing/Excited, Reminiscing life story/Telling a story, Praising|
|Description||A girl reflects on her time playing basketball with her star teammate.|
A girl, Margaret, discusses how her rather mediocre elementary school basketball team won the playoffs thanks to the talent of one star player, McKenna. Despite barely contributing to the team's success, Margaret is overjoyed to have gotten to play with McKenna at all.
Written by Lauren Woods
I played basketball with Michael Jordan. We won it all. We were a well-oiled machine. All eyes were on us. The crowd went crazy as we won the NBA playoffs and cemented our name in history as the greatest basketball team of all time. (beat) Okay, well, I may be exaggerating. Slightly. I didn’t actually win the NBA playoffs or play with THAT Michael Jordan, but I DID win the championship for my elementary school basketball league with our MJ: McKenna Jones. That girl CARRIED the team. She scored, like, all of our points. Saying that the rest of us collectively scored 20% of them is generous. I scored a basket once! In practice. Not to brag, but McKenna gave me a high five (pats herself on the back). The rest of us knew better than to try to shoot ourselves actually attempting to play basketball, so our responsibility was only to feed her the ball, stay out of her way, encourage her with timely high fives, and let her win everything. We were all given championship trophies and took photos but we all knew they really belonged to her. One game, McKenna was late and we all thought we were going to have to play basketball for once. It was one of the most terrifying moments of my life. Thankfully, she showed up and I could go back to shielding myself from the ball for dear life. To this day, getting to act like I knew what I was doing is my greatest achievement. And it’s all thanks to McKenna. I’ll never forget the time I got to be a human prop in her presence. We were truly the dream team.