Lost

Chapter 8

Vernell's POV

Swish.

"Oh you think you a baller now." Gavin asked and I shrugged.

"Something to ease my hands from writing and drawing." I got the ball back and shot from where I was standing. It hit the back thingy to the net and went in.

"Nothing but net." Mya cheered me on.

"You don't be doing that for me." Gavin said salty.

I got another ball off the cart whilst they argued about who cheers for who during games. I shot the ball and watched it go through the net.

"Oh so you can play ball all of a sudden?" Gavin smirked.

"Eh." I shrugged.

"You already know Nell. If you introduce her to it, she's going to keep practicing until she gets it perfect." Maya tossed a side smirk my way.

"Why can't you be like that?" Gavin scoffed.

"Boy." Maya threw the ball at him but he caught it. "Why you always coming for me?"

"Because everything you do is questionable." He dribbled a ball.

"Here pass." I said.

He passed the ball and I shot a clean three from where I was standing.

I knew nothing of or about basketball except that you could dunk, shoot, and make three's. I don't know the positions or how fouls work.

Gavin's been talking about these things like rebounds and assists. What is that?

He also talks about being in this league called AAU. What is that?

Basketball isn't my thing. The only sport I like is skiing. It doesn't really snow in L.A. but when my dad and I travel to east side states we experience the cold harsh snow storms.

I play basketball to annoy Gavin or just to pass time.

"Why y'all acting so dry on the court today? Any other day y'all would be ready to tag team and beat me. What's up?"

"Time of the month fool." Mya said.

"Note taken. I'm not messing with her. What about you Vernell?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I'm frustrated."

"Aww what's happening boo?" Mya put down her phone.

"You know it's almost my dad's birthday but I can't seem to finish the poem I started so I started a drawing an illustration and I can't finish that either." I pouted.

"Are you really writing from the heart?" Gavin asked.

I didn't know where the question came from but I actually started thinking about it.

"Gavin it's not the time for games." Mya rolled her eyes.

"No I'm serious. Are you really writing from the heart? You tell us how much you love your father and we see it but how come it's hard for you to put into your artwork?"

I couldn't answer.

"Exactly you can't answer because You're not putting your heart into it.

I can come up with a poem for my mom in the next five minutes. It may not be the best poem you've ever heard but it'll mean something to me and my mom because my mom knows that she's my heart. We came out of the projects together and when I go to write a poem for her, I'm going to remember everything she sacrificed just so we could be here."