Winning Shot by T. Herlinger
I mulled it over for weeks after that night-trying to
comprehend why Carla had passed the ball to me to
make the winning shot. I mean she was our star player,
the one who never missed-at least not when it really
counted! The other team had been double-teaming her,
trying everything in the book to block her shot. But Carla
broke free and was on her way to the basket to victory.
What a way to go out that would have been, finishing off
her high school career with the winning shot in the city
championship game. But no, at the last second, she
passed it off to little old me a
sophomore with two
more years of playing time ahead. Funny part is that she
grinned when she did it, like she'd been planning it all
along. I made the shot, thank goodness-a short jump
shot from just outside the key that anyone could've
made--and the crowd roared. I had never heard such a
deafening and wonderful sound. My life hasn't been the
same since, frankly. Coach wants me to start next year.
He says that he's starting to think I've got potential.
Guess I have Carla to thank for that.

By passing the ball to the narrator at the last second Carla shows that

A. She does not think she can make a shot

B. She’s trying to impress the crowd

C. She wants to go out in a blaze of glory

D. She’s willing to let someone else be a star