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Gym A- basketball tryouts
" Everybody on the line," I ordered the basketball players.
" Y'all know what a suicide is?" They groaned in response.
" Mr. G, how long we gonna keep this up? BabyDee breathing like a dragon," Harlem said making me laugh. BabyDee was a little bit bigger than the other players, but as long as you good at basketball, you on the team.
" Alright, we done for today." They immediately went to the cooler.
" Mr. G, who's Hassen?" Harlem asked while touching my tattoo.
" She was my girl," I said while he continued to touch my tattoo.
" What happened?" He said.
" Things. But y'all need to work on your stamina and endurance," I said, changing the subject. "Hit the lockers, players and positions will be posted tomorrow during lunch."
Harlem didn't move from his seat on the wall, he just stared at me.
" Me and you look alike, Mr. G," he laughed.
" Nah nigga I look better than you," I joked.
" In your dreams." He ran to the gym lockers.
Amora walked in with some red and black Pom Poms.
" Hey, Mr.G. Did Harlem make the team?" She asked.
" He definitely did. Do y'all have any basketball players in your family?" I asked trying to start a conversation.
" Mama said our Daddy was in the NBA or something like that," she said making me laugh. " She did say he was a rapper or something but he in jail so it don't matter."
" You know what he look like?" I asked her.
" No, mama's ex broke all of his pictures before he left," she whispered.
" He didn't put his hands on y'all or ya mama right?" I asked her.
" I can't remember. He left when I was 10," she replied.
" Oh. That's alright. Did you make the cheer team?" I asked her.
" Yes, I also made captain!!" She said excitedly.
" I'm happy for you, Amora. Let me see the cheer schedule." She handed me a pink flyer.
" Y'all got the same schedule as the basketball boys," I laughed.
