I don't have time to think, I say two words I never thought I would have the courage to say: "I'm leaving." She just looks at me, I can see anger, sadness and even shock cross her face. I see some tears start to roll down his cheek. All he asks is, “Why?” That's not the real question: why? Why would I leave something I had such a passion for? Why should I give it up? I looked at her and realized that she is the reason, she is the one who stresses me out. Since she became my coach I hated basketball more and more every day. The only reason I stayed because everyone else told me so too is that now it's my turn to decide what I want in my life. It's my turn to take a stand, so I simply tell her, "Why would I want to do something that I'm not even satisfied with anymore?" I see the sadness in his eyes and suddenly feel something wet drip down my cheek. I promise myself I wouldn't cry; I guess promises were meant to be broken. The last thing he says to me is, "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 and walk away, walking away from my past. I feel like a weight is being lifted off my shoulders, that's why I did it