Breaking The Game [Book #1]

Chapter 4: Part 2

Allie

When I got to the community center, I was put through security - multiple times. I had a sticker placed on my hoodie with a picture of myself on it following some numbers and my name. I walked out of the main office and into the large white hallways. Gigantic colorful posters, banners, and advertisements were displayed on the walls. It almost reminded me of my old high school.

The community center had two full-sized basketball courts, an indoor pool, and an outside park for kids. A lot of staff roamed the halls pushing trays of breakfast and other snacks. There were so many different types of 'healthy' vending machines; no soda, no real snacks. My stomach was still growling. I guess this place was all about being fit.

I made it to the basketball court through two big colorful double doors. I heard balls of different types hitting the ground. I heard people talking, shouting, and whistles. The side of bleachers covered the whole entrance; it wasn't until I actually made it out to the sidelines of the court where I could see everything and everyone.

I saw the volleyball team and the net along with the coach. All the girls were of different colors, shapes, and sizes. They wore different colored short shorts, tank tops, and sports bras. I smiled to myself at the site; maybe this wasn't going to be so bad after all.

I brought my attention to the large bleachers behind me. They were metal. The typical bleacher's high school football stadiums would normally have. This was starting to really feel like high school now. The bleachers rose up to a normal height. If anything, it was more lengthy and stretched.

There were different types of people here. A basketball team full of guys played on the other side of the court. A bunch of jocks was sitting in a group, on the bleachers, watching the volleyball team practice. I figured maybe some of the guys were the girl's boyfriends. I eyed the coach, who was dark-skinned and wearing a white and navy blue windbreaker. His pants were made of the same material except they were plain white. He had a buzz cut and bright orange whistle hanging down from his neck.

He walked around the two sets of girls on each side of the net and carried a clipboard. I was a little nervous to approach him because he seemed like an old-fashioned type of guy. You know... the ones that don't like gay people or body modifications. All coaches were judges of some sort.

"Coach!" I heard a girl call.

The coach stopped in his tracks and turned around. I made eye contact with him and stared into his dark brown eyes from a distance. He waved at me to come over.

I awkwardly walked onto the court. I felt everyone's eyes following me and making note of my every movement. As I got closer to the coach I noticed he didn't bother to second guess my looks. He didn't even seem fazed by my appearance. That made me feel a lot better.

"Hi there, my name is Coach Clover." He started. His voice was deep but soothing. "You can call me John if you'd like."

"Hey, my name is Allie. I'm your new - helper if you would like to call it that." I said cheerfully while looking up at him.

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Allie." He said extending his right hand.

I extended my right for a proper handshake. He let go of my hand and started to explain to me the practices and duties of his job as a coach. It turns out this team of his was going to the championships pretty soon. The training was going to be non-stop.

"Well here is what you can do for me right now." He mumbled flipping through his clipboard.

I looked around the rest of the court to get myself familiar with the place. It was my first time actually in it. It was well lit. There were two basketball hoops on opposite sides; the normal basketball court setup.