stars // scavi

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Scott groaned as he fell on his bed. He was tired of practice almost every single day.

What good did it do if his team didn't even listen to him? They operated on their own, and everything Scott ever said was totally covered up by the others on the team.

Besides, it's not like people actually cared about the basketball team anyway. It was all football and cheerleaders.

His father always told him to make the football team, because the football team makes you a star.

Scott often thought about dropping sports, because he had plenty other talents, like singing or playing the piano.

But his dad wanted him to be a star, and you can't guarantee being a star in the music business, and he was trying his best on the basketball team.

He thought about it. For a long time. And he finally decided that, tomorrow, he would quit the basketball team.

His dad would be angry.

His mom wouldn't care.

But he, Scott, he would be happy.

Because he would no longer be a star.