"He told me something ridiculous. He said that I corrupted the judges of last year's Math Olympiad so that I could win! What was the meaning of that?"
His mother burst out laughing.
"Didn't I tell you? The guy is mental! He is so jealous of you that he is now making up stories, because he doesn't want to face the truth."
"I don't know mum..."
* * *
Meanwhile, on the other side of the town, on Dery's home another mum and son conversation was going on.
"How did it go?" said the mother anxiously.
"Better than I expected and a lot better than your usual day at 9D."
"Thank God..." sighed his mother.
"Why?" said Dery confused with her reaction.
"Why!? I have been questioning myself all day as to how things would go in the new class. What if my decision to let you go there had been wrong? What if things had gone worse than at D? Just the thought that I could have buried my son's fate with my own hands..."
"Everything is okay now, thanks." smiled Dery and went to his room.
He changed and then lied back in his bed thinking about that person.
"Who is he? What does he want from me? Why was he acting so weird today? What he did today for me... don't tell me... he did it so that I owe him something in the future. But when I told him about the Olympiad... he acted strangely. Could it be that it wasn't true after all? No way! Mrs. Vivian would never lie to me. Not after everything she has been through... I will find it. I will surely find it, what is truly hidden behind his mask."
In order for him to find the answers to his questions, a lot had to be done. And the perfect opportunity for that was just around the corner. It had been one year since he joined the "Southshine Basketball Club". There he had made a lot of new friends as well as strengthen friendships he already had. Originally, it was Lando who had asked him to join, but in the end, it was Dery's decision because he enjoyed sports. However, as always, things didn't go exactly as planned.
Pheweep! A loud deafening whistle is heard.
"Everyone get in the queue!" said the coach. "Put the balls down!"
"Yes Prof. Yakim!"
"Yes Prof. Yakim!"
"Yes Yakim!"
"Yes Prof. Yakim!"
"Yes Prof. Yakim!"
"Yes Prof. Yakim!..." replied almost everyone.
"Now ten minutes of running around the cour-. IT'S PROFESSOR YAKIM YOU LITTLE SHIT!" he threw the ball he was holding directly in the little boy's face, even though he was around ten meters away from him.
"Arghh! My nose! It hurts! Oh my god, I'm bleeding!" he was shouting.
"You are bleeding huh? THEN LEARN TO RESPECT YOUR SUPERIORS!"
"Professor I think you overdid it a bit this time.." said Derek, the team captain.
"Overdid it? A small scratch in the nose? I have taken two bullets in my right arm when I was your age!! And even in this age, I am still in a better condition than you."
"Of course you are..." said Derek to calm things down a bit."
Professor Yakim was a veteran basketball coach. His current age was 72 and he was still on the court running around and training youngsters, which has been his dream since he retired from being a real player. Even though he was a bit rough, it wasn't because of his age, but rather because of his passion for the sport. Generally, he was kind-hearted and collected, but if you called him without the 'professor' preposition... Well you already know what could happen.
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ALIVE - The Story of a Never-Could-Be
Teen FictionOutside the sun had started to set and noon was approaching. Alexa didn't have to hurry and check place after place to find Dery; she knew exactly where he was. She made her way to the beach. And there he was! Sitting on the ground with his legs cro...
