Swish! Swish! Swish!

The Beginning

        Swish, swish, swish. Every shot I took was going in. Ever since I was a kid, I was always the best shooter on every basketball team I've been on. I keep on trying to progress my game so I tried a couple post moves even though I'm a guard. I chuckled at the thought of playing in the post. I am 6'2 which was the average height for point guards in high school. At 160 ponds, im not really big, but my quickness and speed make up for some of my weaknesses. I drove in for a euro step layup- my favorite move- bank, made it off the backboard. I felt exhausted after shooting around, when practice was over. Just as I was getting ready to take another shot, I heard a noise behind me.

        As I turned around I seen Coach Shelvin Royce from the distance, he also looked fatigued. I laughed, I seemed to always laugh everytime I see coach regardless the situation.                                                    "Jerome!" He called out to me, but he already took a seat when I looked towards where he was.                "Come here, son", he said to me. I was used to him calling me son, Coach Shel has always been a father figure to me. So far, in my four years at Ridgetown High School, he's kept me out of trouble in this crazy city of Compton we live in. I picked up the basketball and started walking towards him.                                                                                                                                                                                              "Take a seat", he says while texting someone on his phone. " What's up, Coach?", I asked looking away from him. He then finally looked up at me.                                                                                                            'As you know, it's your senior year and I know you have enough talent to go into the next stage of your young career", I listened quietly.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         "But, it will be hard to get recruited, because the last three tears, we've had three winningless seasons", I sighed. "Yeah, we've been terrible" I agreed with him. He chuckled aand looked at me.              " I belive this year have a really good chance though, you as the leader, and Tyler Jenkins transferring from East High on the same team"                                                                                                          I stood up so fast, I forgot i was still holding on to the basketball.

   "What!!!?.Coach I fuc-", he cut me off by raising his hand.                                                                                  "I already knew how you were going to react that's why I'm telling you this before the season starts. You and Ty are going to have to end your so called-bullshit-beef and work together!", working together with Tyrell that's near impossible, if not impossible.                                                                                 "But-", again he cut me off.                                                                                                                                    "Settle your differences, and be mature about this" he told me, eyeing me with tension                      He exhaled loudly, " I know, I'm sorry J, but I think we can finally get that state title with you two on the same team", I just stood there, I didn't know what to say, so I just nodded.                                                   "Alright, see yo at practice Monday, the doors are locked once you leave, so stay as long as you want".                                                                                                                                                                             I turned around to take one last shot, after I heard the door shut behind me. Set my feet, square myself to the basket, and follow through. As soon as the ball left my hands, I knew what was coming next. Swish! That's what they call me.