Secrets

Basketball

"Right, you got this. Its easy, just push and follow through. Come on (y/n)!!"

You say to yourself. Your parents have great expectations for you and put you in a very expensive and professional course that you can barley keep up with.

After losing your best friend last year, you never found happiness in anything, and there was no one to blow bubbles in juice boxes with.

"You've grown up, she was destined to go." you say.

When she was alive, she used to LOVE basketball, and you used to watch her play. 

She taught you a bit of basketball, but you hardly remember any.

As you snap back into reality, you hear your coach yelling at you from a distance.

"(y/n)!!!! WHAT ARE DOING HERE???!!! PRACTICE HOURS ARE NOT UNTIL 5!!!

UGH, another annoying, unreasonable coach.

"I'm sorry coach, I dint know about the timing!"

"Your useless and pathetic, (y/n)! you can't do any good to this world!"

With tears in my eyes, I ran out of the court and started sobbing. I had no one in this world now. Im all alone and by myself, with no one by my side.

There was another court across the street and I thought id practice there, as it was empty.

Wait no, there was a guy at the corner of the court, looks like he was tying his shoelaces or some thing

It was a small, and simple court. I started the target shots at first, because I suck at them.

I scored like, 2 out of 20. It was that bad.

So, the next shot id decided that it would be a good, nice, strong shot.

As the ball went up from my hands, it was so strong, I thought the basket would break, but it didn't.

INSTEAD, IT WENT AND HIT THAT GUY ACROSS THE COURT!! SHIT!

But surprisingly, he didn't respond. He just stood still.

Crap was he gonna kill me?

Maybe not.

"Um, sir? Can I please have my ball back?"

"Sir?" He replied in a deep voice.

"I need it for practice, I'm trying to get better."

He turned around, and looked at me.

HOLY CRAP, HE'S  GORGEOUS.