How can Grace Lavine, a 17 year old Senior, bring back everything she lost without even knowing that she'd already became a murderer in just a blink of an eye?
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Elijah
"Two more — one — last" as the ball swished through the net, I wiped my face using my oversized practice shirt.
"Shit, I'm hella tired" Floyd nags.
A clap echoes through the court.
"Practice over!" Jeff shouted. The ten of us stopped doing drills and walked over to the center of the court. "Everyone, listen up, I wanted to tell you all that — goddamnit, Billy, stop licking the fucking ball, that ain't lollipop, get your ass over here!"
Billy, standing beside me, paused halfway licking the ball. When Jeff's eyes pan toward others, he started licking again.
"So, as I was saying, this we'll be our last practice. Our only weakness against the hornets is what?"
"Defense?" Floyd said.
"Plays?" I wondered.
"A fat-ass big man?" from Jeff, Caesar looked at Big T, Tyrone. He immediately noticed and chased Caesar all over the court.
Jeff smacks his head as he shakes it. "Ya know what, let's just discuss without them. Our only weakness against the hornets is team ball. The hornets play with five-man, while, we play isolation, that's why I did different drills today for that to change. We pass alright, the ball should move around. If we can't do that—"
He sighed. "—we're better dead, especially you, Elijah, goddamnit"
My teammates giggled while I scratches my head. "I don't know what got into you whenever we pass the ball. We pass the ball and all of a sudden you just slammed on the ground, getting triple teamed"
"He sure does!" Caesar yelled while getting chased by Big T.
All of a sudden a loud slam was heard bouncing off through walls. I turn around and saw Big T on the ground, catching his breath as he stumbled.
"Just like that" Jeff chuckled as he pointed to the two. "Teamwork is better than isolation, is that clear?"
"Got it!" everyone said yelled.
"Hands on pursuit" Jeff yelled making everybody amble towards the very center. We raised our hands and placed them on top of each other. "Tomorrow we're going to win against the Hornets and prove that we are better. Bulldogs in three — one — two — three"
"Bulldogs!!" Everyone raised their hands in the air as they yelled.
All my teammates packs up but I was heading toward my own plan. Still drenched in sweat, I proceeded to shoot game-like shots from three and mid-range.
