Novel & Cerita Basketball Dream

“Okay, anyone can be sponsored and can also join our basketball team can't they?” “That's not the point,” Aiden said, “Except this kid is not just anyone. His father is a legendary NBA player and no offense to you, believe me when I say that kid is greater than you on the court. Dude is like a flash! I think you've got competition man!”

And sure enough… there he was. Dominic. Even from here he stood out, like he always did. Tall. Fast. Too good at everything. Too good looking. And every time I looked at him all I could see were his eyes from my dream. Crying blood. Telling me to run. Calling me a fool. I felt my hands start to shake in my lap. Sarah noticed. “Selena. Talk to me. You’re scaring me.” I swallowed. “I had another dream,” I said finally, my voice barely a whisper.

Her voice held shock "I had a dream last night, about you" I breathe "you died" "Sweetie, its just a dream" "No mom, its not. It seemed so real. That was what happened with Ben" my voice cracked "am staying here" she let out a long sigh, a sigh of defeat. "I won't go anywhere today, so I'll be fine" she said, holding my shoulder "Promise?" "I promise, if that's what will make you happy and go to school". I smile. I hugged her before going back to my room and getting ready.

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in. I'm only the star because you allow me to be, you know." Trent's smile faded slightly, his gaze drifting towards the house where the faint sounds of raised voices could be heard. "I don't know, Dames. Dad's been on my case about basketball lately. Says it's a waste of time. And It's the only thing that's ever made me feel...free, you know? Like I can just forget everything else and focus on the game." "Then don't give it up, man," Damien urged, gripping Trent's shoulder. "Your dad may be tough, but you can't let him take this away from you. It's your dream, not his."

My word, what an ass hole, and now he thinks he's all big playing basketball for a University," Vega said as we both laughed. "A basketball scholarship was the only way he made it to College. That dumbass barely passed any of his classes. Too bad no professional teams have signed him. Karma can be a B, can't it," I said. "For sure, I mean, look at you now. You are getting married to a well-accomplished, handsome man, and he is stuck doing God knows what beyond playing basketball. I heard he got some eighteen-year-old girl pregnant, but that is just a rumor, so don't take my word on that," Vega said.

I questioned, leveling my steps with hers. "This is where all of your emotions lie. And, these trees are what supports the growth of every emotion." She pointed my sight at a rotting tree, which looked ready to die in the next minute. "That's your basketball dream. It's rotting, because you no longer dream about it."

I laugh. “No fucking way you going to whoop my ass today, bro.” “We’ll see about that.” His reach is long and his fingertips graze the ball but I’m too quick for him and run it down the court, line it up and bingo. It’s in. “Hell yeah.” I punch one arm up towards the sky. “1-1.” “Anyway you were saying, here’s the thing. What thing?” Denver plays around with the ball bouncing it up and down in front of me, teasing me with hit. He’s such a shit but he’d have made an awesome basketball player.

The message stayed on my screen long after the phone stopped vibrating. SHE KNOWS WHY ETHAN DIED. I read it twice before slowly looking at Coach Daniels. He stood beside the desk, staring at the scholarship file as if he regretted showing it to me. My mother. Somehow, the woman who had always been completely separate from my basketball life was now connected to everything that had happened seven months ago.

Lily: She couldn't stop talking about him and it was beginning to get on my nerves. Even now, as we cuddled up in my bed just like we always did, the both of us in the matching pyjamas set we had thought would be a good idea to wear for our high school Halloween, she still couldn't get over the fact that the most famous basketballer in the country was my step brother. " And did you see his eyes? Oh girl! I will have to eat him up myself!" She was saying, that dreamy look setting into her eyes as she sighed again in wonder.

I nod. "Wait how'd you know that?" He asked. "When you have an older brother and you're the only one who he can play it with when you're young, you get to be influenced by the game." I say. He smiled. "Guy's gal. Alright. Let's play." Both of us headed to the ring and he starts grabbing the basketball. He stands right across me while dribbling the ball. "I won't go hard on you." He says. "Oh please. All those Lebron James, Dwayne Wade and Kobe Bryant moves are all in here." I pointed to my temple.