Over the past years Alexandra Harper has been faced with unfairness from her parents. She's been put to the side by her own blood. That's when she returns back to school from her very own online school and is met with the same guy from years ago. Gr...
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"I tried to pick my battle till the battle picked me." - Taylor Swift
Today is the day.
Today is the day of tryouts. Normally i'm not nervous. Mostly because I was in a school where people already knew I was a good player. Yet this is different. I knew no one and I haven't even met the coach. What if I slip up and people think I'm horrible? What if I am horrible?
"Alexandra you okay?" Greysons voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I look at him with no answer.
"She's all freaked out this morning because of the tryouts." Juli pats my back. "There's nothing to be worried about, you're gonna be great."
"You've never even seen me play." I put my lips in a thin line.
"What tryouts?" A screeching voice says behind Greyson. Hey face comes into view. Sophie bats her eyelashes before staring at Greyson for an answer.
"Basketball tryouts. For girls. They usually hold the boy's tryouts a couple days before school starts." Juli sighs and mumbles. "Sexists."
"Hm, well I'm gonna tryout. I think I'm good." Sophie pouts.
"Really? Name one zone defense." Ryan says, acting surprised.
Sophie looks around, speechless, with her arms crossed.
"Hey! Even, I know this one." Juli says proudly. "Alexandra has been teaching me."
"Proud of you babe." I put my arm around her flirtatiously.
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First period was nowhere near anything new. Sophie stayed in my seat and I sat next to Callum. It bothered me, sure, but it gave me a good chance to know Callum a little more. I might as well be grateful for that.
So now, after I ate a granola bar and a small bag of cucumbers at my locker, I went to go practice. Unfortunately my outfit wasn't exactly made for playing basketball in, but it will have to do.
I was wearing a green sweater with a pair of flared jeans. Thank god I was wearing a tank top under it. So I quickly threw my sweater off of me as my white tank top was now showing. I had a pair of shorts a big tee in my locker for try-outs but I'm too lazy to put them on right now.
I start off by practicing my form and my shots. Most of them are clean other than some that either circle around the hoop or bounce in using the backboard. When I'm playing basketball everything goes away. I think that's why I love it so much. I think that's also why I love Last Chance U so much.
I'm glad no one is here, most of all I really hope that I make the team. To me, it feels like I won't have a purpose anymore. Like I'm good at nothing. Sure, I have hobbies, but not like this. Basketball isn't a hobby. It's my life. I don't know what I would do if that changed.
