Chapter 22

"How do you feel about that match coming up?" I ask Syl as we pack up in math class, the third time since we got back from break. We get ready to head over to lunch.

"I feel somewhat confident," answers Syl, "Lu and I as long as we aren't bickering, we can pull some tricks. And, my seniors usually let us in games. My team actually doesn't have that many members in the grades above us, so that might explain why the freshmen can play often."

"That's true for the girls team, too," says Hala, "I heard most of our seniors in the girls team say the reason for that is CCMS isn't that strong at basketball, so we usually don't gave that many."

"Until our grade," says Syl, "we've won a good number of matches."

"Hey, you boys could to better," says Hala, "we won six out of nine."

"Well, you've had less," says Syl, "we've done twelve. Seven out of twelve sounds pretty good to me."

"I still think you could do better," says Hala, "I mean, you did say a while back that you and Lu were