Snippet #2291279

Marcus ran around the tennis court, batting away the tennis balls that were flying in his direction from the tennis ball machine. He was quiet good at tennis, having been learning it for 3 years now. Not one ball hadn't been hit since he started playing 30 minutes ago. Now that he had left school, he had more time to practice.

Once the last ball had been hit, the tennis ball machine stopped. Marcus walked around the court picking up all the balls and putting them back in the machine. He pressed the of button before it started up again and sat down, sweat dripping from his brow and breathing heavily. What a work out! He thought to himself. He sat there trying to get his heart rate back to normal, thinking to himself. That was much better than last time, I hit all the balls. Soon I'll be the best tennis player in Sunny Haven! After he got his heart rate down, he got up, wiping the sweat from his brow and walking out of the court with his favourite racket.