I don't have time to think, I blurt out the two words I never thought I'd have the courage to say: "I quit" . She looks at me, I can see the anger, sadness and even shock cross her face. I see a few tears start to fall down his cheek. All she asks is, “Why?” Isn’t that the real question, why? Why would I give up something I was so passionate about? Why should I give it up? I looked at her and I realize, she's the reason, she's the one stressing me out. Since she became my coach, I hate basketball more and more every day. The only reason I stayed because everyone else told me too, now it's my turn to decide what I want in my life. It's my turn to take a stand, so I just say, "Why would I want to do something that I'm not even happy with anymore?" I see the sadness in his eyes, and suddenly I feel something wet dripping onto my check. I promise myself not to cry; I guess promises were meant to be broken. The last thing she said to me was, "I can't respect that and I can't say I'm happy about it, but I'm not going to beg you to play." » Just like that, I turn around and walk away, walking away from my past. I feel a weight lifted off my shoulder, I did this to