Oshogatsu omedeto minna-san. (Happy New Year everybody!) This another gift from me this new year. please enjoy it.... please R&R
disclaimer: I don't own Slam dunk
Prologue
As I sat in front of the mirror on one Sunday night, I remembered the terrible incident last year. The terrible incident at the park. I closed my eyes, unleashing my fear.
I was feeding the pigeons. I stood very still while they circled around me, eating the crumbs of bread I threw to the ground. I always do this. I like feeding them They're my pets to say the least. They the kind of pet that you don't have anything to worry about. They're independent. You feed them when you want to. You feed them only when you have time. But a day came that I wanted to change the way I feed them. I wanted an experiment. I wanted something new. Something one has never tried. I don't know why I wanted to try it so badly, maybe I'm crazy. No… Maybe I'm insane. There's no one in the right mind who'll try that. But still, I went to the park and tried it. I put the breadcrumbs on my shoulder, waiting for a pigeon to make its feast. Not me but for the bread. Make a feast of the bread. I waited and waited and waited. Then one came. The pigeon stroked the bread with its beak. At first, there's nothing. A normal feast. Until the others came. They strangled my hair, pecking it repeatedly, over and over. They're hurting me! They're too many! I'm on the edge of panic. No.. I'm on panic already. No… wrong again. I'm beyond the edge of hysteria. And then I fell heavily on my knees. I opened my mouth. I can't shout! I tried to stand but I can't gather myself up. I opened my mouth a again. At last a sound came out. I shouted at the top of my lungs. I shouted for help. I think no one heard me 'cause the pigeon were louder than me. The one came. He shoed the pigeons away. Away from me. Away from my trembling body. I felt my eyes burning. Do pigeons spill fire? But of course I was wrong. They're tears. I felt it running down my cheeks. I was too weak to say anything. The good Samaritan left me after he shooed them away. Is it right to call him a good Samaritan? He left me still on my knees for Pete's sake. But I'm scared. I'm frightened. Too scared and too frightened to say anything. I saw what he wore. It was some kind of a sporty outfit. Basketball. A jersey. Yes. That was it. I saw its color its red. Yes. Its red. Looks like her just got home from basketball practice and passed by the park, on his way home. I'm thankful he came. I saw another one. My only clue in finding and thanking him. A number. Its his number I think. 11. I've done research with the school with a red basketball uniform. Shohoku.
Then there's this ringing. It keeps ringing over and over. I hate it. Then I realized it was my alarm clock. It's morning. Monday morning. My first day of school. Darn.
I made my way inside the campus. It's different. It's different with my old school. Different environment. Different people. Everything different. Adjustment. I have to adjust to cope with them. I hate it. But in order to find you. I'll do it.
this is based from the book 'Mercy's birds' by Linda Holeman.