Basketball Diaries Novels & Stories

But the air changed when he moved. His blue-and-gold jersey, Number 1, stood out. He spun a basketball once on his finger, then let it drop. It bounced once. Twice. The sound echoed. He looked past his team. Past the cheerleaders. Past everyone. Straight at Alexander. A slow smile. Not friendly. Not cocky. Just... certain. Then he said, his voice carrying across the dead-quiet lot: “Alexander Santiago. I heard you still call this your court.” He bounced the ball once and then caught it.

I wish he could take me now… “Anna,” Mia whispered beside me, elbowing my arm. I blinked. “What is it?” “You’ve been staring for, like… five minutes.” I smirked, lowering my voice. “So?” Mia rolled her eyes. “So… that’s Professor Jeff. He’s your professor.” I shrugged, leaning forward slightly. “Exactly. And?” She shook her head. “You’re crazy.” I didn’t argue. I just watched him from the corner of my eye. Every step he took between the desks made my pulse spike. I could feel the blood rushing in my ears, the little flutter in my chest, the way my fingers tightened around my pen without me realizing it.

Tossing the ball from one player to another, Hunter is a really good playing basketball. Hayden pass the ball to Hunter and he caught it in the air. They kept running very fast at their own pace while dribbling every player that comes their way. "Yaaay" Diane screamed in ectasy and Diana turned to look at her with a frown on her face. Diane just love anything related to sport. She would have joined the basketball team but Anna is against the idea.. "Diane" Diana frowned and tuck on Diane shirt. She really don't like it when Diane acts like that in the public. It makes her embarrassed.

It's always tense like they have been ordered to guard me. I don't think I will ever get used to this place. It doesn't feel like home at all. Hazel "Poor Hazel," I whisper as I turn the page to the next entry. December 7th, 1972 Dear diary, Terrible things happen in this pack. I knew Graham and his father didn't like mixed matches, but I guess I never realized just how much.

Whitmore stands gaping at my diary. "Oh, wow! I didn't know you were a fan of Miss.OG, Ms. Sanders." He said turning the pages and reading my oh-so-difficulty collected handiwork. I sighed in relief. Good, the jerk hasn't figured it out yet. So I decided to play along. "Yes Sir. I'm a really big fan of hers. Well, you know hormonal teenagers, exam and college stress and all that..." I trailed off, laughing nervously. He frowned, thinking. And I took the opportunity to grab a hold of my diary and make a run for it. I snatched the diary from his hands and turned tail.

Jessup’s face. Kenny Greenleigh and Michael Bishop had his backpack and were rooting through it. “Hey, look, it’s the fucker’s diary,” Michael Bishop exclaimed. “No…” Jaxsen didn’t mean to vocalize the protest, but he did, and Billy Jessup heard. His sneer turned into something altogether darker. It was clear to Jaxsen at that moment, when he turned, snatching the precious book from his comrades’ hands, that this would be his undoing. Billy Jessup began shredding the journal. Page by page. Words of moratorium stuck in his gut as the sound of ripping pages morphed into his mother’s screaming before the abrupt cut-off that signaled the end of her line. Once he’d eviscerated the pages from the

He couldn't help but feel more sympathetic towards Terrence from the days when he unnecessarily lashed out on Chance. "Nothing much. I've been cranky all day for no apparent reason." Chance shrugged. “Poor Kara, she was so pissed at me.” "Wow, did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed"? Terrence asked. "Probably" Chance shrugged. There was a momentary silence in the car when Chance decided to change the topic of conversation. "So… that patient you got, VIP. What's their deal?" "Well. Her name is Moira Swanson. She is a seventeen year old boxer who injured her spine". Terrence shrugged.

"Uh, yeah... I think that's the name she gave. Anyway, she said she needs to speak with you asap." I nod my head as I look down at her. "Did she ask you any questions?" I ask her curiously. "No, she did not appear to be in the mood for chit-chat." She checks her nails with a shrug of her shoulder. "Okay, thanks, August. I believe I noticed Mr Jacobs enter with a slight limp while caressing his thigh. Because rugby season is in full swing at the moment, you will see him every two days for a deep heat massage. Take excellent care of him." I tell her firmly since he is a high-paying customer on this side of the business.

"But you hate basketball..." "My brother bores me with basketball lectures almost everyday of my life .I am used to it..."I begun talking about LTB been my favourite basketball team in the world , Drake Harrison and been the best baskettballer in the country and the upcoming season when I noticed she was yawning and very sleepy. "I think that's all for today Jemima, you should go to be..." "I am sorry Drake, i am just tired.The arguments and the wine worn me out..." She yawned.

'Come on. Aim well' Nathan was shouting at Jonathan. The two were basketball players at Honoluluhigh school and were the captain and assistant captain, respectively. 'Am trying. 'Jonathan responds, laughing. The whistle blew, and their coach, Danny Scott, summoned everyone to address them. 'Thank you so much. As you all know, we will be having an inter-school competition with students of Baywatch academy. The games are scheduled for next week on Friday, and not all players will go, unfortunately. I have been taking note of your attendance, efforts, and dedication over the last two weeks. You will see the final list on the notice board by tomorrow morning. Is there any question?''Mr. Scott sa