Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

I went over to the desk and started ripping papers writing years down. The oldest recollection I had was before the barrier was erected but that was just in passing memory. This Diary starts out with the night of the barrier being created. It’s by far the oldest and at fifteen hundred years old I put that one first on the shelf taking care to place the others on the floor. There were nearly a hundred diaries each from a different person but whatever reason Dimitris had them here I didn’t know. I just knew that time was flying by as I continued looking up dates and marking down years. A few times I’d get caught up in reading until I was brought back to the task on hand. Maybe making it throug

One month before the college entrance exam, I ask my childhood friend, Nicholas Lund, about a test question I don't know how to answer. He doesn't even let me into the house. Instead, he casually sends me a link to a cheap online tutor. "I hired you an online tutor. It's only 20 bucks for the next 30 days." I am stunned for several beats, but a moment later, he sends me another message. "Marissa, do you know that everyone is saying you're like a piece of gum attached to my shoe? Stop bothering me with all these stupid questions. How are you going to bear the responsibility for disturbing my and Hails' revision time?" When I lift my head, I happen to spot the school belle, Hailey Lane, si

Sophia's POV I showed up the next night without the sports bra. The private studio was already dark except for the low lights over the mats. Jax opened the door the second I knocked, pulled me inside, and locked it behind me with that same heavy click. Leo stood by the mirrors, shirt already off, inked chest rising and falling slow. Both of them looked at me like they had been waiting all day. “Good girl,” Jax said, eyes dropping straight to my bare nipples under the thin tank. “Told you not to bother.”

He stops bugging me for a few seconds when I feel a piece of paper appear in my hands. We're not supposed to use magic during our human courses. Is he crazy?? I smoothen open the crumpled piece of paper curious to see what's it in. "You're beautiful and you're distracting me Layla.." I smile at the note and hide it carefully so the teacher doesn't see me being distracted. The door opens up and the principal walks in with a boy I've never seen before.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only woman he loves deeply? One more reason I came here. I want to give this to you." She got stunned when the old woman suddenly handed her a familiar notebook that she was starting to recognize. To her surprise, it was the diary she owned way back in her high school days. The diary where she chronicled all her feelings to Thyago way back in her teenage days, the diary where it all began...

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Chapter 3 Hoop Dreams I knew my ability to hear the thoughts of other people was growing when I heard that next voice. One morning, it just came to me and it was like I was inside his head, seeing what he saw and feeling what he felt. It went on for so long, I couldn’t stop it, so I stayed in bed and made an excuse with Mum. You see, Alisa had still been recovering from her facial injuries and her boyfriend, Terry just happened to be one of the best basketball players in Chinese high school history, I only knew that because his so-called best friend was also on the team. This what I heard:

That was why I hoped they were all sleeping in their respective beds as I lazily dragged my feet towards the building with my black work-heels in my left hand and my bag in the other. It didn't come as a surprise when I walked into a lively, bubbly living room though. It was diary night after all. All attention was diverted to me the moment I stepped in, Bisi not making the heat of the spotlight any cooler as she ran forward and imprisoned me in a tight embrace like I'd been gone for centuries. Then she started bombarding me with reprimands and questions. "Sister mi this, sister mi that...did you even eat today?... you're just returning at this hour?...can't you just quit your job?"

"No. We should apologize instead." We held each other and broke down in tears. Leonard was still in a critical stage. Meanwhile, the content of his diary was published on the Internet. The diary recorded every moment we had spent together. I sat on the bench outside the ICU, and my phone kept vibrating. "Liv, have you seen the news? Leonard's diary has gone viral on the Internet!" "Oh my God! You guys had such great memories together!" "He loves you so much…" I tapped on my phone. The topic at the top of the trending list read, "high school memories of Leonard Burton."

I didn't want to watch how D met his end. The players wouldn't spare him. Even if they did, he would be drowned by the ridicule and scorn once he left the game. I had already recorded everything and sent it to the only young man on the bus who had helped me stop Aleena from grabbing the steering wheel. I asked Axel to give more food to the new players, so they could survive. Standing atop the highest observation tower, I saw the ocean had turned black.