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LaMelo Ball |18. Chino Hills, California
I wiped my face with a random rag next to my water. I sat with my head in my hands trying to catch my breath as the sounds of the rest of my teammates continued to run drills.
"Ball, up." A familiar voice yelled.
I stood to my feet. Still attempting to catch my breath, "need me?"
I watched as my coach huffed, rubbing his temples before continuing. Whatever was about to come out his mouth hopefully wasn't finna be no bullshit, the last thing I needed added on to my plate.
"Wassup man? This whole week I've been watching you lose yourself." I saw him wave his arms up signaling me that it was my turn to speak. "Sorry." Was all I could spit out, I didn't mean it but I was hoping it would soften the blow.
"Tuh. Sorry?" I shrugged small.
I swear I wasn't trying to push his buttons. With all this pressure of the game for tonight was starting to take a toll.
Tonight was the start of my final basketball season here at Chino Hills, so that meant everybody and they mama is gonna show up to see what we about this year. That meant college scouts, UCLA for example. UCLA was the game plan for me since my older brother, Lonzo went there, but to be honest..That was the last school I wanted to be at.
Nobody in my family knows I'm looking into schools, except for my other brother Gelo. I wanted to tell Zo but I don't know how he would take that.
"Melo!" Coach voice boomed causing looks towards us.
He notices and walked closer to me. "This yo last straw son, that attitude better be dead and gone by tonight. Hear me?" I nodded.
I backed up.
"Alright, cmon y'all we got 5 hours until show time, let's go!"
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