Emery has everything she could ever want in life. A nice house,a prestigious private school, a big bedroom, she's popular, and most importantly, lots of friends. Until one day that could all be taken away from you and you get a reality check. Emerys...
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Jim's POV: me and the gang were walking to our opposing teams school because we were going to an away game and I mean, damn this place looked nice.
Pedro: Holy shit, look at this place.
Neutron: I'll tell you what, if our school was this nice, I'd go more than a week
Jim's POV: As I walked in the locker room with my basketball jersey and shorts I remebered the sight of the narrow brown lockers with air slits and locks on every single one of them . It was the same, old, dirty, smelly locker room. the team got ready the same every other time and the same this time, but something was different about this locker room this time. I walked inside where I usually just hanged around on the metal benches, but this time someone came up to me as I was signing a basketball for my best friend Bobby.
Random kid on the team: hey Jim, could you tell us what you did this afternoon? Did you and your gang do anything interesting?
Jim: so you wanna story?
Random kid on the team: well heck yea I want a story, tell me jimmy.
Jim's POV: after that guy said that I felt really uncomfortable, but I told him what happened earlier that day anyway.
Jim: well uhm, uh, uhm, you see,
Random kid on the team: okay Jim go on.
Jim's POV: as the guy said this, the whole team crowded around me ready to hear a story.
Jim: okay so we were just poking around killin' time before we had to come back to school to arrive for the big game got started ,right? Okay me and the gang went on the island ferry, since we pranked the guy at the hotdog stand. So we took the closest ferry we knew and took a mad dash ran for it. When we all arrived on the ferry, Mickey shows up with this plain, normal brown paper bag right? He brought one of those cheap highs, we all took a sniff, and Pedro went nuts, his eyes went in all directions and he vomits right? It gets all over his hair and it trickled all over his neck. Long story short, it all got in his eye and that's when it all went wild.
Random guy on the team: are you sure you're not tellin' the team a story Jim.
Jim: why'd I be fooling the team for God's sakes? Because I wouldn't, that's why!
Random guy on the team: sure you would
Jim: well you wanted to talk to me in the first place, so technically it's not my fault.
Jim's POV: I passed the ball around and the whole team signed the ball for Bobby, I heard a familiar voice.. walk into the locker room
Swifty: today gentleman, we got a game today
Swifty: who's ready for some round ball? Anyone?
Swifty: I said who's ready for some round ball?
Jim's POV: but still nobody responded to our perverted basketball coach, swifty, with that big cheek mole on his face, hard pass. Don't get me started on that squeaky-creepy voice of his. I could hear him already getting mad at the team for no reason. He was probably checking the bathroom stalls per usual.
Swifty: no smoking Iggy, it stunts your growth.
Jim's POV: I could hear our lazy coach coming our way. And I couldn't stand it. Usually before the big games would start we would all eavesdrop what our coach was saying. I mean you could hear him all the way down to Texas. That's how loud he was. Today he caught one of our teammates smoking before the game.
Swifty: what are you doing
Jim: we're all signing a ball for Bobby.
Swifty: can I sign?
Jim: well yeah, I began to look down.
Swifty: this one's for Bobby
Swifty: Who's better than we are?
The team: nobody!
Swifty: alright! Go ahead and get started on warmups.
Swifty: Pedro, you're in charge
Swifty: hey Jim, could I speak to you?
Jim: yeah?
Swifty: that's a nice thing you're doing for Bobby.
Jim: well- u-uhm you see he's my best friend after all, but u-uhm thanks. Thanks anyways.
Swifty: have you seen neutron around?
Jim: I think he's talking to a scout from St. John's, as a matter of fact, they're upstairs.
Swifty: do you want to play ball in college Jim?
Jim: well someday I hope, ya know.
Swifty: yeah
Jim, I'll tell you what.
You could come by sometime, and we'll tour the schools together.
Jim: all right
Swifty: yeah, we could get a pizza, and we'd make a night of it. I mean if you're not busy with anything right now, are you?
Jim: well you see, Swifty, I am, uhm well my nights have been pretty full lately, with homework and stuff.
