Today is Friday. The day of our last practice. Coach planned to end practice an hour early to have a mini ceremony, but for now, we had to focus on the main practice. Coach had the guys running sprints and doing three on twos. I shot around on the other end of the gym with my injured gang.
"Linds." Coach motions for me." C'Mere. I need ya to prove somethin' for me." I do as he says. "Shoot a free-throw." I do. Swish. "Another." Swish. "Keep shooting, I'll tell you when to stop."
I concentrate on each shot, putting in 16 out of 20.
"Stop!"
80%.
"Nice shooting!" A couple guys say.
"Like I said..." coach says. "It isn't impossible. Get back to work!"
I continue shooting until scrimmage time. I walk over to coach.
"Hey, coach? The doctor said I can play soon, but I feel kinda rusty and out of shape..." I trail off, hoping that he understands what I'm asking.
"Why don't you run laps? Dribble too if you want." He replies, obviously not understanding my question.
"Coach... I want to play. I need to play again before I go insane! Please... I beg you." I give him puppy eyes and cross my hands in front of me. I'm sure I look pretty convincing, the perk of being a girl.
"Fine... Fine! Just take it easy okay?"
"K" I say. "Thank you... Thank you! Thank you!" I resist giving him a big hug.
"Everyone, take it easy... ok? Linds' playing."
Whoops and cheers.
We begin playing, My team leads, when out of nowhere, a bony elbow connects with my temple. My vision blurs. I feel like I'm underwater. Sounds are muffled and everything is delayed. I realize that I can't let Coach see me like this, so I pretend to be fine.
I continue to play, but I'm on auto-pilot. I miss every shot an pass. I forget our plays, and what way were going. I even forgot what team I was on, but that's ok. Besides, I've already forgotten about it.
A/N
Oh my word guys! Seriously, I feel awful for abandoning you all. :( School started up and I got really busy.
Exams this week. :( I'm supposed to be studying... but whatever. Hahaha.
Adios Amigos! :) Thanks for reading!
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