DIAMOND KEYS

ONE

“Go Lions! Go Lions! Go, go, go Lions!” The whole school chorused as The Lions, our school’s basketball team battled against The Wolves, the team of our neighboring school.

“Can I get an L” Valerie or Black widow as she was sometimes called, called out as the leader of the cheerleading team.

“L” the cheerleaders chorused.

“Can I get an I”

“I”                                           

“An O”

“O”

“Give me an N”

“N”

“And….a S”

“S”

“Go LIONS!” they chorused.

“These girls are so incredible.” Claire who was sitting beside me commended.

“Yeah, Valerie is just so, so…what’s the word.” Logan bent his head trying to remember the word.

“Flexible” I said as I patted his shoulder.

“Thanks. She’s so flexible; she throws her legs in the air like she has no bones.”

“Wow Logan, I’m proud of you. It seems like you are improving on your grammar day by day. You know when to use a simile like you just did now, you used like to compare…” Claire would have gone on and on if not for the goal scored by Clay.

“Go Lions! Go Lions! Go, go, go Lions!!”

“That’s my boy!” Marc screamed making Clay to turn and wave to us.

“Isn’t that Justin?” Claire asked pointing to a dark haired player for our school team.

“Yeah” Logan replied.

“He looks so different.” Claire squinted her eyes as if to see clearly.

“Yeah, he dyed his hair a darker shade of black.”

“Oh, I see! Bad guy.” She muttered and Logan chuckled.

Peter from our school’s team ended the game with a final goal that filled the stadium with cheers. The cheerleaders did their thing again, and then they ran to hug the players.

“Hurray, Hurray, the Lions win the game!!” they chorused and shook their pom-poms in the air.

Valerie ran to Justin, her boyfriend, to give him a hug.

“Black on white” Logan whispered in my ear and I giggled.

"Yeah, exactly what I was thinking. I don’t know how you’re able to read my thoughts Logan.” I said as I faced him.

“It’s so easy, I’ve told you that you are so transparent, I can see right through you.”

“Shut up”

“No I won’t. How did you enjoy the game?”

“I don’t understand your question. You were supposed to say ‘Did you enjoy the game?’ If that was what you meant, my answer is yes. I’m so proud of Clay; he’s such a good player.”

“That was what I meant and why are you giving so much praise to Clay? You make me jealous.”

“Do I?”

“Yes you do. I’m also good at what I do”

“What do you do?”

“I do car racing. How many times do I have to tell you this Michele?”