Jim's POV: we were the hottest catholic high school, on the way to our championship, it felt like nothing could ever stop us... and when our team walked out there was a rush of crowd all over the gym, everyone was chanting for the other team to win. It was almost like the whole population of Manhattan was in those bleachers, not one seat was left, every seat in that gym was full. One of my teammates passed the ball to Mickey, and one of the team members of the opposing team tried to steal the ball. Our team however, we were like an assembly line, one by one, while eventually getting it in the hoop. Mickey then passed the ball to me, and I began dribbling on the court, I saw Mickey running towards my way, and I tossed it to him and he got it in the hoop. Even the opposing team's cheer team cheered us on instead which was kind of hilarious. After the ball went through the hoop, the opposing team passed the ball in a pattern, as one of the teammates passed the ball, Mickey stole it, and passed it to me, I was strutting down the court dribbling the ball, on full alertness of the other side trying to steal it from me, I defended the ball, I jumped up and put the basketball in the hoop. The other team, whatever who they were, I knew we were gonna have the victory, I was thinking about our team getting the victory, that I wasn't too focused on the game, and as soon I stoped thinking the opposite team got the ball in the hoop. Neutron hastily took the basketball and threw it to me from across the court, I almost got blocked and threw it to another teammate. Worst mistake I ever made. That kid ruined it, he got it on the rim and it bounced back on the ground. It all started a big fight. Those stupid upper class preps, so full of themselves. That kid on the opposite team shoved our teammate and the game paused. Everyone on the court crowded around the two people in the center. Then swifty showed up.
Swifty: Whoa! Wait a second what's going on.
Jim's POV: then it got real messy, the coach from their team showed up.
The opposing team's coach: break it up.
Random player on the other team: beat that motherfucker up!
Jim's POV: let's just say it got pretty nasty on the court, then the referee blows his whistle.
Referee: slow it down, slow it down.
Jim's POV: you gotta have presence on the court, more like a cheetah than a chimp. They both got it but chimps gotta jump all around to just beat us. A sly cheetah moves in a total nonchalance in his sexy, slow strut. Me? I play like a cheetah
*crowd cheering*
Cheerleaders: let's go rangers let's go!
Jim's POV: as the game ended, we won the victory, but I just kept wondering if anyone came to watch me win, but I didn't think about it.
Jim's POV: There's only two things Swifty doesn't allow, one using the word motherfucker, and stealing from the other team, as long as they're white.
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The rough streets of manhattan (WIP)
RandomEmery 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...
