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| - I went to the casketball game tonight. It was the district championship game, and if we won it would mean a trip to the monster state tournament. The game was against the same gargoyle team that beat us last year. The game tonight was really close with several lead changes, the gym was totes rocking. I was there to cheer for the whole team, of course, but I was also hoping that Manny would have a better game than he did last year. I know he felt like he was responsible for us losing last year, even though I know that the team didn't blame him for it. Manny is... well, I'm not sure what Manny is. When he first came to Monster High he acted like a real bully, and most students tried to avoid him at all costs. Something must have happened after that game last year though, because he seems lik
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| - I went to the casketball game tonight. It was the district championship game, and if we won it would mean a trip to the monster state tournament. The game was against the same gargoyle team that beat us last year. The game tonight was really close with several lead changes, the gym was totes rocking. I was there to cheer for the whole team, of course, but I was also hoping that Manny would have a better game than he did last year. I know he felt like he was responsible for us losing last year, even though I know that the team didn't blame him for it. Manny is... well, I'm not sure what Manny is. When he first came to Monster High he acted like a real bully, and most students tried to avoid him at all costs. Something must have happened after that game last year though, because he seems like a different monster since then. Anyway, this year there was a much happier outcome-both for Manny and the team-because not only did we win, but Manny made the winning shot! Adding to the excitement-more or less-okay, less, was my epic fail or rather fall down the bleachers. Typical me, I wasn't watching where I was going and I stepped where there wasn't one and badly twisted my ankle. Wow, did that ever hurt! The team athletic trainer, Mr. Mummy, saw what happened and came over to check on me. He had some of the ghouls help me to the training room where he examined my ankle, pronounced it sprained and then did a pretty good thorough wrap job on it. He gave me some crutches, then called my parents to let them know what had happened. Unfortunately I wasn't able to make it to the big victory party after the game, which was a drag because I heard that Manny asked where I was at.
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