Stentorian- I'm pretty sure a visual search would produce a picture of Coach Gun
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Due to my current condition, this might be my last day as a junior at Brockhurst High.
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Mum knocks lightly on the door before pushing it open
"You up, baby?"
"Yeah, Mum"
She sighs
"Your first Chemotherapy appointment's at 4:30pm tomorrow"
"I know. I called Doctor Wick myself"
She looks stunned for a minute.
Then she composes herself just as quickly.
"Oh" she says "Well, have a great day at school, Mali. I'm off to work"
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And that's why. Chemo starts tomorrow. Yay
I take my time driving to school today. I'm just trying to savour the feeling, since this is probably my last time driving this route. I'm an hour early, just in time for basketball drill practice.
"Twenty laps. Go!"
I join the team and start my laps. Coach Gun doesn't wait ten seconds before pulling me off the track.
"My office. Now"
Uh-oh. This is the first time in four years that I've heard her talking. Not yelling. You'd think that's a good thing.
I take a seat opposite her in the familiar office.
"Listen up, Adams" she looks serious "You know Gareth Yankee?"
Do I know Gareth Yankee? Ex-basketball legend, best player on the Lakers team in the 1980's, current coach and recruiter, the ultimate GOAT of b-ball.
Yeah, I think I know him.
"Yeah", I simply respond.
"Well, he saw the epic game you played last semester alongside your numerous tiktoks about basketball practice strategies and whatnot"
He did?
"And?", I gulp hopefully
"He wants to recruit you"
What?
"What?"
She laughs. Laughs. "You heard me correctly, Adams, he wants to recruit you."
Thank you, Jes-
Her laughter dies down and her cheerful countenance morphs into something like err... Sadness?
What's wrong?
"I spoke to your Mum over the weekend"
She did?
"I know your struggling through some health issues" she states.
She knows I've got health issues. Not cancer
"And-"
I cut her off
"Wait, don't tell me you-"
"What? No, of course I didn't turn down Yankee's offer on your behalf"
Phew
"So... ?"
She sighs
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M. A. L. I. K
Teen Fiction"NO! Not my baby! Not my little girl!" These were Mum's only words hours before the incident. Marlyn is-was- eleven months older than me. She wasn't my sister, she was my best friend. And now she isn't here. Things never go my way. Now it's my turn...
