Dad,
So today I had a therapist appointment. Instead of riding the bus home, Aunt Clarisse said she'd just pick me up from school.
It would save time, I guess.
I didn't have anything to do but roam the halls, since it would be a few minutes till she got from work and to the school.
That doesn't sound very fun, does it? And I wasn't having any fun either.
Somehow I ended up in the gym, which was completely empty.
There was this basketball just kind of sitting by the door, and so I figured I'd play a little until Aunt Clarisse got there.
Remember when we used to play basketball together?
Well I don't know how long he had been watching me, but after a while I noticed Mr. Barley standing there.
He had this impressed smile on his face too.
When I finally stopped he had walked over to me.
He asked if I played basketball a lot.
I paused, because I thought of you, but I answered and said not in a real long time.
He asked if I ever considered joining the team.
He said I looked good out there shooting the hoops. Like I'd been playing on the team for a while now.
He said ironically that the try outs were after school tomorrow.
Aunt Clarisse said I could try out if I wanted to.
I think I'm going to.
I think it would be good for me.
I think it would make you proud too.
