This is Tone literature!!The basketball court was quieter than a cemetery at midnight. Rob sat on the bench staring at the floor. The floor was golden brown and shiny like water under the sunlight. To Rob, nothing was more beautiful than the basket up high. The basket was the star he wished to shoot for, and the ball was his flying ship. He held the basketball in his arms like a newborn. What if I can't do it? Rob thought about the scariest possibility. What if Dad is actually right about my legs? Could I ever be the star he was? He felt feverish in anguish. He got up slower than a sunflower's speed of growth and faced his fears. I broke my foot once, so what? I have weak knees, but I could do it, Rob reassured himself.