Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

Chapter 81 Game over: Essence's POV: “Damn I have to give it to the basketball team, they killed them boys in the second half. Those dudes, Syncere, Shawn, and Trent were on fire. They were unstoppable in that fourth quarter, they made a basket every time they touched the ball, and it was nothing but net each time.” Unique said, as we made our way to the court. Everyone was socializing on the court basketball team were doing interviews for the school news and newspaper. Me and Kiki tried to act like we weren't a little nervous to be out in the open, we knew Shawn and Syncere would be answering questions so we did have a little while, but we didn't want to stick around to risk being caught u

**David’s POV** Here in my New York apartment, as the relentless city rain echoes my mood, I find myself repeatedly drawn to the old, worn pages of Scarlet’s diary. This morning, the echoes of last night's indulgence weigh heavy, a migraine pulsing in the background as I numb it with the usual analgesic. But the diary demands attention once again. I flip to the last entry, a letter penned for me, her "Bumblebee," written in a moment of profound solitude and clarity.

Abigail's room, the laundry room, the balcony, he searched everywhere, but there was no sign of Flavia. Gladwin tried to calm himself down. He searched for his phone and intended to call Flavia. His phone must be on the nightstand, where Flavia usually placed it after charging. Sure enough, his phone was there. Right on top of an old diary that Gladwin recognized. The diary was covered in leather with the initials "F.Q" carved on it, specially made by a craftsman acquaintance of his. The paper inside was also custom-made at his friend's printing press, featuring butterfly illustrations with the initials "F.Q" beautifully drawn in the bottom right corner. Gladwin believed there was no other d

"He is not the one for you, when will you get that?" "Mom, you think I don't know that? I can't make sense of everything that is happening, I am trying to be in control but it's not working" she cried out. Her mother felt her pain and quickly hugged her tight. "You are not alone Diana, you have me, and everyone in the family behind you, so don't give up on yourself" Diana wept as she held her mother tight. Primal Technical College, Ghana It was time for the special basketball match between Primal Technical College and their Rival Foster Leigh College.

Josephine POV I stared at the object that Lucas threw. A book with a pink cover. Instantly I understood everything. That book is my diary, when I was in high school. I have written in the book in secret. When I was in high school, I was so obsessed with Lucas. He is an idol in school and very famous. Not only because of his good looks, but also because he is a bright and active student. Lucas is a star in every basketball game, student body president, and good at playing the guitar and piano. He also comes from a rich family. Girls adore him and boys want to be like him.

Also, the names of the characters are randomly selected and is entirely out of the blues. Welcome to Dynamic Diary of Tee. Enjoy the bumpy ride ahead!

He added. “Yes, but would lift his jersey up to clean his sweat if need be, I just want to see that work of art beneath his shirt.” Maeve added. “Eww.” That was all Valerie let out as she walked to class, leaving them behind. “Wait!” Maeve called, catching up with her friend, “basketball is an exciting game, you’ll enjoy it.” Maeve tried to persuade her and before Valerie could talk, Diana and her friends were there already. “Camden!” Charlotte called as she made her way out of her squad to Camden.

Chapter 66: Practice Makes Perfect The Gym, Ridgecrest High School, Fallon Creek, Michigan... The dribbling of numerous basketballs filled the high school gym as Casey Peterson and Rick Channon found themselves putting on a show with their seamless play getting the undivided attention of Coach Bert and the other members of the Varsity basketball team. They were shocked that after two weeks of absence on both boys' parts, Casey Peterson had suddenly become quite as proficient in playing basketball as Rick Channon was on the court. Casey had thought nothing of it aside from brooding older teen forcing him to practice about as much as he had been inclined to shove his massive cock into him. Coa

Don't be afraid of it. He sat with that for a long time. ______ The second thing in the box was a small journal. Older than the letter, the cover worn soft with handling, the pages dense with his grandmother's everyday handwriting, observations and records spanning what looked like decades. He didn't read it all. He read sections, enough to understand that she had been tracking something across her entire adult life, a thread that ran through multiple generations of her own family and that connected, in ways he was only beginning to map, to things he had been sitting adjacent to for the past year without understanding his own position in them.

But five days after, he was still calling. The pattern’s the same every day. Wake up before dawn, run the route I mapped out around the motel to stay sharp. Shower with that cheap bar of soap. Then I catch the early bus back toward school, get off a stop early, and jog the rest of the way so nobody sees me arriving from the wrong direction. Basketball practice is the only reason I risk coming back. Coach would bench me for missing too many, and I just recently got unsuspended, and right now, the court is the one place I still feel like myself. Dre and basketball, but we aren’t speaking, so it’s just basketball.