DJ14

1:Greeting

Its always been my dream to play in a national team. As long as I could remember, I always played ball. Ever since I was a little girl it was my dream, ever since the first time I could pick up a ball.

My mom would always tell me storys of me and my little cousin Sandra playing together. I never could remember every detail of playing with her though. My mom would tell me how we were best friends. Sandra and I still are very close. I can trust her just like shes my sister.

Here I was standing in a long ass line for try outs, for the California national basket ball team. The team I'm signing up for was called 'The Vimps'. It has a really strange meaning behind it but I couldn't remember.

The team was a all girl team. 'The Vimps' is a very well known girls basketball team around America. Fans from all around the world would watch this team play.

This year is the first year there doing try outs. The 'owner' of 'the Vimps' wouldn't usually do this, but he wanted to try something new.

From what I hurd this guy was very strict. They're rumors that his own daughter tride out, but he didn't let her in because she didn't jump high enough for a lay up. But I don't believe rumors, there had to be more to it.

A squicky women's voice nocked me out of my thoughts. 'Mrs, are you here to try out, or standing here to look pretty?' The lady said from beside me.

I turn to see that I was at the begging of the line. 'How did I even get up here so fast? I could have sworn I was almost 200 people behind, till I got to the front' I thought to myself.

I looked to see that she was probably in her late 30, but looked really heathy and fit. Her dirty blound hair came down to her shoulders. She was were the team logo shirt, and basket ball shorts, that also went with it.

The team outfits were white with green writing in it. On the front of the shirts and read ' The Vimps' in big letters, and on the back would be placed, your last name, furthest to the top, and your team number right bellow your last name. I had no clue what my number would be yet, if I got in, no one that would get in did yet.

I looked to the left of the older lady to see two girls sitting beside her. They looked much younger then her, and were both very pretty. I could see there name tags tho.

I looked the oldest lady in her eyes. As I did so I noticed her eyes were a bright blue and very beautiful, like an ocean. ' Ma' am I would like to try out please.' I softly spoked to her.

I observed her, and noticed she has a clip board in her hand. She handed it to me, along with a pen, and told me to feel the paper out, that was lying on top of it. I took it from her posesion, and started reading over it .

All it was asking for was basic stuff, like 'were do you live?' 'What's a phone I can contact you at?' 'Why do you want to play?' Etc.

After filling it out, I handed it back to the lady. As I handed it back I noticed a name tag on her left chest side. It read 'Ratchel Silluphenie'.

I looked up too her eyes as she began to speak again. " Okay, thank You Denah Jane?" Ratchel questioned . She said my name wrong, a lot of people did when they first read it, I smiled at her though, for effort. I corrected her , and told her to pronounce it DIE-NAH, and after saying it again, she got it right.

After I smiled down to her, and she smiled back, her smile just as big as mine. She seemed like a really nice lady, and if she was who I was going to be with , if I got in , I wouldn't mind it, at all. She pointed to a room to the other side of me, and started to speak to me again. "That room with be the room you will try out" she paused, as I looked over to it. " The teams couch will test you. His name is Michael Jauregui, he might seem like a mean guy, but he is nice, he is just a strict and determined person when it comes to his job. But Couch Jauregui will put you up to a few different test to see if you will cwolify to be on the team. When you go in there might be someone already practicing, so you can just wait to the right of the wall when you walk in'

I thanked her and whent into the room. As I entered I saw that the room was a basketball room. It had a basketball court, with the hoops, and bleachers on both sides of the court. I noticed the couch and 'The Vimps' were on one side of the bleachers, while the other side was empty.

I Hurd a soft whisper from beside me, and looked to my right. There sat a dark skinned girl. She was beautiful. " Hey, you can sit next to me , and wait till the couch calls you up"

I did as she said, and sat to the left of her. I felt nervous. I always felt nervous around people I didn't know. I Looked over to her, and she caught my eyes. Her eyes were beautiful. They were a dark brown. I usually wouldn't think brown was a pretty eye color, but she looked stunning with that color. I got lost in her eyes, and didn't even know she was talking. I looked down at her lips, and they looked full, and kissable.

I finally came out of my day dream when the older looking girl started waving her hand in front of my face. Once she got my attention she put out her hand, and introduced herself. "I'm Normani Kordei, whats your name?" She questioned me.

She had a big smile on her face and it complimented her, she looked good with a smile. Her name is really pretty. I've never Hurd a name like hers before, it was original. I couldn't help but say her name out load, and that's what I did.

She looked me in the eyes again, with her smile ten times bigger. "Yes, that's my name. Can you tell me yours ? Or would you like me to call you 'Mystery Girl' until I drag your name out of you?' Normani said with a light giggle at the end.

Just stairing at her for less then 6 minutes, and I already thought she was perfect. The little giggle she did was also so adorable .I finally thought it was time to tell her my name, so I did so.

"Dinah Jane that's a-" normani started talking again, and never finished what she was going to say. So much happyness filled her eyes, then it was sad, and anger. So many emotions flashed through her face, I couldn't figure them all out, or why she felt it all.

She looked like she was remembering something of her past, but I don't know what event would bring someone so many different emotions. Before I could even ask her what was wrong, the couch already called her over, for her tryout.

As she got up to leave , without saying bye I may add, I couldn't help but look at her flawless curves, and big butt. She looked really fit, and healthy, as well.

I didn't know why I just checked her out. She was flawless, in my eyes, and anyways I was always brought up that liking someone of the same sex was wrong, but it was okay because I didn't like this beautiful girl. Did I?