Running With Wolves

Basketball

The loud siren like bell rings, telling us to go to first period. I thought back to the moment of last night when I was checking my time table for today. Hmmm, I'm pretty sure I have french first. I walk to my locker and enter my code which is 27, 37, 7 and reaching in and pulling out my time table. I read the following:

Week 7, 24th May: French Snack Sport Lunch English

My heart nearby skipped a beat, I can't believe it, YES we have sport next! I always get exited for sport, I did know I had sport today, but I couldn't remember when, that would explain why I'm wearing my sport uniform, instead of my winter uniform. I grab my french book, laptop, pencil case and school diary and went off to, Classroom 13. My french teacher, Ms Abel entered, 25 minutes into the class she started saying french words like, faire du shopping, Tu veux jouer au foot? and stuff like Tu veux aller au cinema? and Tu veux danser? I had already zoned out by then.

It finally took 100 painful minutes but, the bell for snack ran loud and clear, I was so hungry I could eat a horse, well I couldn't but I do know someone who can, and I'm seeing her after school, I'm seeing my best friend, Misty the Wolf. I unlocked my locker and grabbed my sour cream and chives crisps and a red apple.

Seconds started to feel like hours, whilst minute's became days, but the bell finally rang for sport. I sprinted to the school gym, being the fastest girl in my whole high school and close to beating the fastest boy, I was the first person there, as always. I waited impatiently for the rest of the people in my class to hurry up, I watched the drama queen's of my class, sluggishly walk towards the gym, whilst the boys raced each other, Noah coming second. I sigh loudly, I can't stop thinking about him, not that I would want to stop anyways. I laugh quietly to myself, as i watch the boys wrestle, ha, I could easily beat them, but I have to keep my un-natural powers hidden. Our sport teacher, Mr Casket leads us over towards the basketball courts. Basketball isn't my strong point, but hey, my human friends have said I'm a pretty good player.

Sport seemed to fly by, with only 3 minutes of class time left, my team for basketball were behind by 2 points. The attacker for the enemy team which is made up of my classmates, had stolen the ball from my team's shooter. Then our defender quickly stole the ball and passed it to me, with my lazer speed I was halfway up the court before people even realised I had the ball. I positioned myself for a 3 pointer, it was the only way we could win. I put my arms up, bent my legs and pushed all my strength into the basketball. It felt like time had slown down as the ball travelled through the air, then it bounced off the backboard and in the hoop! Then the bell rang, we had won and just in time too!