Entry 5: 9/13/20

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Game day today. I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I even invited Charlotte, and she said she would come. Hopefully I'll be able to impress her. If not, it's still okay. At least I get to see her face. Wait, I promised myself I would stop thinking about her. But what's the harm in a little fantasizi- NO. I need to get over her. I'll go practice a bit more before the game.


Welp, that went about as bad as possible. I played like complete garbage. I got a ton of rebounds, but missed so many easy shots. At least we won by a landslide, 37-8. At the start, the team picked me to be a starter. I guess it makes sense, me being the only one tall enough to play center, but it still surprised me. It was time for the tip off, and seeing Charlotte ignited a fire in me, and I knew I was gonna get that ball.

I didn't get the tip off.

I blocked as fast as I could, and William was able to get the ball. He advanced up the court and set me up for a shot, but I wasn't able to get it. So, I missed an easy layup and a tip off back to back. Right in front of Charlotte.

I finished the game with 10 points, which is actually pretty OK considering I missed a little more than half my shots. Charlotte came over to congratulate me on doing so well, which was when I realized something.

She has no idea how to play basketball. To her, I look like Michael Jordan.

Anyways, I wanted to walk her home, so I tried to casually bring it up into conversation. She says sure, and we head out. She starts talking about a play her little brother is going to be in. It's about animals wanting to become other animals. I made a joke about it basically being a play about transgender people, but she loved it. So I guess her little brother is acting in "The Transgender Play." She asked me if I wanted to go with her, and I said sure, thinking that it would be just the two of us.

Boy, was I wrong.

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