Diary Of an Angelite

Chapter 3: A New Opportunity

The day had been unusually warm, and as the final bell rang, signaling the end of classes, I made my way through the bustling hallways of the school. Kent, a friend of mine who was always full of energy, walked alongside me. We chatted about the day's events and our plans for the weekend.

As we navigated through the crowded hallways, I noticed a brightly colored flyer plastered on a bulletin board near the entrance. It caught my eye with its bold letters and energetic design.

"Hey, check this out," I said to Kent, pointing at the flyer. "It looks like they're holding basketball tryouts."

Kent squinted at the flyer and grinned. "I've always wanted to join the basketball team! Are you thinking about trying out?"

I hesitated for a moment, then nodded. "I used to play a bit back in middle school. It might be fun to get back into it."

"Awesome! I'm definitely in," Kent said with enthusiasm. "Let's head over to the gym and see what it's all about."

We made our way to the gymnasium, where a small group of students was gathered for the tryouts. The air was filled with the sound of bouncing basketballs and the occasional whistle of the coach. As we entered, the coach, a tall man with a commanding presence, glanced up and nodded in acknowledgment.

I looked around, recognizing a few familiar faces from school, and spotted Wingwi at the edge of the court, watching with interest. I walked over to him.

"Hey Wingwi," I called out. "I'm trying out for the basketball team. You should join me!"

Wingwi shook his head, chuckling. "Nah, I'm good. Basketball's not really my thing. But good luck, man!"

With a nod of understanding, I turned my attention back to the court. The coach gathered everyone around for a brief introduction and explained what he was looking for in potential team members.

"Alright, everyone, we're going to start with some basic drills to see your skills. Just give it your best shot," the coach said.

We began with dribbling drills, and I found myself falling into a comfortable rhythm. I focused on refining my technique, remembering the drills I used to practice. After a while, the coach called for a short break.

As we rested, I overheard a few students discussing their previous basketball experiences. I noticed that some of them were quite skilled, and I began to feel the pressure of the competition.

When the break ended, the coach asked for volunteers to demonstrate their shooting skills. I stepped up, determined to make a good impression. I positioned myself at the three-point line and took a deep breath.

With a smooth motion, I shot the ball. It arced perfectly through the air and swished through the net. I could hear a few impressed murmurs from the other students. The coach watched intently, and I felt a rush of adrenaline.

The coach called me over. "Nice shot," he said, his tone more serious. "Let's see what else you've got. Show me a few more moves."

I nodded and began demonstrating some dribbling techniques and quick footwork. I finished with a flashy spin move followed by a slam dunk, landing gracefully as the crowd of students erupted in applause.

The coach's eyes widened in approval. "Impressive. You've got some real talent. I'd like to see you again at the next practice. Welcome to the team."

I couldn't help but grin with excitement. "Thanks, Coach!"

As I left the gym, I met up with Kent, who was waiting eagerly.

"How did it go?" Kent asked, his face lit up with curiosity.