A jersey. My perfect size! It's like Christmas! I smile, completely forgetting about my missing ball. "Thanks!" I say. It is grey and white. Both the shorts and shirt flip to the other color. My warm-up shirt is green and even has my name and number on the back.
Zytillio #31
It reads: I hustle. I defend. I score.
It is beautiful. Practice begins and I have tons of fun. Everyone on my team is my friend now. Alex is still my closest friend. We always walk home together.
Sadly, practice has come to an end. I walk over to coach. He is in his early twenties and got a free ride to Indiana. He was supposed to be really, really good, but he got hurt. He tore his ACL on both legs at the same time. His legs were never the same again. Coach is still going to school to get a full time teaching job at East Corner Middle School while he is coaching us. "Hey." I say. "Um... principal Daniels... he took my basketball."
"What? Why?" he demands.
"Well... because school was out, I was just causally dribbling my basketball down the hall. Suddenly, Mr. Daniels just came out of his office and snatched my favorite ball!"
"The one with the signatures?"
"Yeah." With a squeak of his heal, coach turned and walked out of the gym. "Where are you going?" I called after him.
"To get that ball back!" He cried.
I smile an follow him out of the gym.
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