In grade 6, I went to the first basketball team practice. I was quite bad at the sport but I liked to go shoot hoops out in my driveway when my parents were arguing (frequently), and so by some miracle I was the only one in practice to score a free throw. After the tryout, I was bullied by the rest of the guys on the team and I went to cry in the bathroom for a bit and never joined a sports team ever again.
All of my middle school stories will kind of sound like this. I hated middle school so much guys.