Aaron, Aaron, Aaron, Aaron Diaz he is a good kid, and I never really talked to amyone he didnt know that much. He wasn't rich, but he wasn't too poor, I'd say upper lower class. I'm just here to tell his story. "These shoes are neat, Amy. How much do they cost?" Aaron says, talking to the lady over the counter, his eldest sister, Amy. "About 79 dollars and 99 cents, but for you, it's 80 bucks." Amy says with a chuckle, scanning the shoe box with the little thing the cashiers use. "LeBron witnesses sevens?" Amy says after passing it over back to Aaron after he gives her a 100 dollar bill. She opens up the register and racks out his change.
He puts the money in his pocket, then
heads out of the store, immediately heading over to the empty school gym to shoot around he runs over to the basket dribbling all the way exploding up using his immense bounce power and his height standing at 6 foot 2 inches, slams the ball into the hoop with an explosive slam, before hanging on the rim for a few seconds and touching the backboard and letting go dropping down on the floor before grabbing the ball and shooting around for a bit from the three point line, shot after shot is just went in.
"Hey kid, you look solid. Try to join the team?" A man says wearing a black shirt and pants with a nametag saying coach Clark on it. "What is this high-school musical? The new kid gets invited to a basketball team? I don't really play for teams, so nah." Aaron says while walking through and dribbling before doing a lazy layup. "4:30 pm at least come to practice. See what these guys can do." He says before walking away whistling back into his office. Aaron thinks, should I really join?
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Rookie Hoops and Stolen Hearts: Freshman Times
Teen FictionAaron was always good at basketball but never wanted to go on any teams but when his high-school coach asked him to asked take a try he couldn't say no.
