The Basketball Diaries の小説・ストーリー

Just bare skin, exposed. Which was a good thing, right? I mean, if the bandage wasn’t there, that meant he was fine, right? Maybe yesterday wasn’t as bad as I thought. Maybe he could actually hold a basketball without looking like his hand was about to detach from his arm. Right? My breathing ragged, something in my chest banging slowly against my ribcage like it wanted out. But I wasn’t letting it. I watched the boys settle into positions. Lakeview on the right and Redwood on the left.

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.

CHAPTER 5 BELLA He told me the next morning while he poured coffee like the night before hadn’t left me walking sore and full of him. “From today you’re on a schedule,” Dominic said. “A soon-to-be-wife schedule.” Later, he dragged me down to the gym. The gym was a private floor in the building with glass and machines that looked like they’d never met sweat before me. He put me on a treadmill and stood where he could see my face and I said, “I don’t work out for men who keep me.”

and I can't help myself. **** We read through his diary or whatever he called it. And learnt some shocking details. Russell was sick and the entries that he had written down were all about me and those killed. Where he made it seem as if we were dating, and part take in some very detailed activities. He went as far as making it out as if I was the one that was crazy and stalking him. "We should get rid of these." Felix said. "Wait." I took the book from him and read something that caught my eye, then laughed.

He had no face to get up anymore. At one side, Leo also widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment. The audience burst into deafening cheers. After being called the Piano Prince, David now had a new title. The Basketball Prince. It was pretty clear who would score the next shot. After David caught the ball, he did a dashing back-to-the-basket shot. The ball entered the basket without touching the net. Team David 11 VS Team Leo 8. Did David not need to look at the basket when he made the shot?

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.

Of course it would be out of battery right when I needed it most. I dropped the ball from my hands, barely registering the thud it made against the ground as it bounced away. Glancing around, I suddenly became hyperaware of all the whispers and stares being directed my way from clusters of students lingering nearby. "There he is...that's the one." "Didn't he leak those medical records just to get back on the team?" "I heard he even tried killing his own brother, can you believe that? All for some stupid basketball glory." The more hushed conversation I caught, the sicker I felt to my stomach.

I say, grinning, causing Adonis to sigh before starting to have his lunch. "Theo, let's practice basketball for an hour after class, okay?" Adonis tells me after swallowing the food in his mouth. He asked me yesterday if I would like to join the basketball team and I said yes. When I was young, I used to watch older boys in our neighbourhood play basketball in the public court near our home in Japan. Sometimes when no one was there, I used to play alone, bouncing the ball and throwing it into the hoop. It was actually one of my childhood dreams to join a high school where there is basketball sport and somehow get into the team. But I was too nervous to go for selection while I was in Eastwoo

and dropped her head back down to go to sleep. It was late in the school year as I sat back on the bleachers, watching Darien Jacobs tossing air balls to Barnaby Barnes, who the guys were calling Barnes. The year had been filled with trying days as well as successful ones. The two boys actually connected on a personal level, and I was thrilled to have played such an important role in it. Even Tim Simmons ended up catching on and working well with Kyle Langley, although that pair didn't have the same chemistry.

"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."