Ball Is Life

Chapter 1.1

India

"I swear I can't stand him." I protested closing my locker.

Crystal scrunched her face up at me, "India you can't stand nobody." She said rolling her eyes.

"Nah, I'm just saying, If you gone let someone start. Don't pick the weakest bitch on the team." I said shaking my head.

"Why he pick Porsha ass to start anyways? He know that bitch can barely dribble the damn ball." She said as I fell out laughing.

"Right, that bitch gone take us to champs? I don't think so." I said dribbling the ball I had in and out between my legs.

"And you think you can take us to champs?" Crystal asked me as she checked her phone.

"Yupp." I said smiling.

"Right." she said stealing the ball from me.

"Never second guess yourself baby." I said laughing.

"Oh, so I was right then." She said laughing.

"Fuck you Crystal, but do you think he'll pick you to start?" I asked her.

"Uh, I don't really know. I don't really care. I just want to play ball." She said shrugging her shoulders then stealing the ball from me.

"I don't really care who starts as long as it's not Porsha, she fucking sucks. How did she make Varsity anyways?"

"Someone said she fucked coach." Crystal said laughing.

"Ewwwww, his old fat ass." I said laughing.

"Right, Hope that this aint true. I'll put her shit all out. Just for thinkin' she can ball." Crystal said rolling her eyes.

"Already know we the best on the team, he might as well pick one of us." 

"Right, best in high school and the best in WNBA."

"I can't wait." I said smiling.

"So, we gone kill it this year right?" I asked her.

"Hell yeah, but I'll talk to you later." She said walking away.

"Where you going?" I asked as she threw my ball back towards me.

"To class bitch, we like 20 minutes late."

I cussed under my breath, putting the ball in the fold of my arm and picking up my gym back and running down the hallway. I quickly turned the corner running up to the thrid floor, when I walked to the door that said three-o-two I took a deep breath, I already know Mr. Thompson is going to be mad that I'm late. Again. Already know he's going to be on my case.

I opened the door and all eyes were now off of Mr. Thompson and on me. I heard a few, 'Ohhh, India's lateeeee.' I rolled me eyes as a smirked played on my lips.

"Oh shit up, I have a reason to why I'm late." I said stepping further into the class room.

"And what reason is that?" MR. Thompson asked sitting on the edge of his desk.

"See, My sister and I-"

"Crystal." He said.

I nodded my head, "We were talking about who was going to start this season."

"Basketball?" He asked nodding his head, "You gone take us to champs again this year?"

I smiled big, "You already know this." I said moving my way to the back of the class to where my seat was.

"Well, while you were roaming the halls with your twin in crime, we got a new student." He said pointing to the back corner. I turned to follow his finger, a light skin boy sat in the far back corner with tattoo's covering his arms. I laughed at him, he looked like a fucking clown with that blonde hair.