After I finished washing the dishes in the sink, I decided it was a good day to go to the park. The park wasn't my favorite place to go but I always go to watch the boys play basketball.
And man, could they ball!
I stand with the girls on the sideline and watch them play. The girls are always cheering and talking about the boys' butts and how cute they are and shit. Me, I pretend to be interested in what they're saying but in reality, I really want to be out on the court playing ball. But I never ask to play cause I don't want to look like a tomboy and plus I don't want to be the only girl out there.
So, I simply stand on the sideline and pretend to talk about butts and gush over the boys.
But secretly, I do have a crush one particular boy. His named is Shawn. Shawn is probably one of the best ballers on the court, but none of the girls like him because he's ugly to them. But, not to me. He's taller than me, about 5'8" and lanky. He has brown skin with full lips and beautiful smile. He's 13 years old.
It's just something about Shawn that I love. And I don't know what it is.
So, put of my favorite pair of Chuck Taylor's and pull my hair back into a ponytail. And it was Saturday, so know Shawn would be there today. So, I put on some of Nisha's lip gloss.
Looking into the dirty mirror on the dresser, I realized I looked like a boy. For one, I am wearing an Allen Iverson Jersey with some baggy jeans. I mean, I am trying with the lip stick, but I don't have one feminine bone in my body. I just can't look like a girl.
And two, I don't have boobs.
So I take off my shirt and open Nisha's drawer. I grab the first shirt I see and it is a bright green tank top.
I put it back. I just can't wear girly thing. It makes me feel so exposed.
So, I put my jersey back on and head out the door.
Walking up to the park, which is 5 blocks from my house, I see him. Shawn is standing in a huddle with his teammates.
I quickly pick up my pace to hurry to the court before the game starts.
Today, I really don't feel like talking to the other girls so I stand off to the side and lean on the gate.
The game was underway.
Shawn was hitting all of his shots and lay ups. And he defense was on point.
I could not take my eyes off of him.
I was staring so hard that didn't even see it coming. The ball struck me right in the face. How could I have not seen that! The whole court was silent, except for the ball that was bouncing on the court.
All I did was stare at Shawn, who was looking down at his feet. And then the thunder of laughter erupted on court. The girls and boys were cracking up, but not Shawn. He was just staring at his feet, looking at the ground.
My first instinct was to run home but I realized that would just make worse. So, I took the ball and throw it at the crowd of girls who were laughing. I didn't care who it hit.
It hit Gina. Gina was small and fat with a loud as mouth. Damn it. I'm screwed.
Gina pushed her way through the girls and run towards me. But I didn't move. I was not about to get my ass whooped in front of everybody especially Shawn.
"Bitch, did you just throw this ball at me! I'll beat yo ass!"
I just stared at her. I really haden thought things though. All I knew was I was not backing down.
Gina got in my face and was screaming and being dramatic like she always does. She lives for this type of stuff.
So, I pushed Gina out of my face.
Again, I don't know why I did that. Cause Gina punched the hell out of me.
I stumbled backwards and instantly got mad. So, I swung back and missed. Gina grabbed my hair and drug me across the court, beating me in the head.
All I heard was people laughing and screaming for me to get up. But I couldn't. Gina had me good. Every time I tried to get up, she just yanked my hair to keep my on the ground.
Somehow, all I could think was Shawn. I half experienced him to intervene but he didn't even know me.
So, after what seemed like forever. Gina was finally done with the ads shopping she was serving me.
I got up off the ground and was I standing in the middle of the court.
Damn, she dug me from the sideline to the middle of the court.
