It was five seconds until the buzzer went off. I was racing down the court, trying to make a basket to break the tie; one to one. Our schools girls basketball team hasn't won a game in two years, but not for long.
I run to the three second zone dodging navy blue and white; the colors for Night Children High. They were fast, but barbaric. The girls on team always got fouls, almost all of them had four at the end of the game.
I dodge one last girl and run to the right. I'm at the foul line with two seconds to go. I jump stop and shoot the ball. It hits the middle of the square, bounces on the rim, and . . . falls into the basket! The buzzer goes off a millisecond later and my teammates and the crowd goes crazy! I run to one of my best friends, Izzy, and jump into her arms. She squeezes me tight with one arm, the other in the air, while screaming from the top of her lungs. Izzy lets go of me and I turn to my other friend, Simon, and give him a giant hug.
"Good job, Red!" Si says after he lets go of me.
"Yeah, girl!" Izzy chimes in.
I smile big and proud and say," I can't believe we actually won! I mean, it's the first win in years and it's our first game of the season!"
"Way to go, Clary!" A familiar voice says behind me. I turn and see the other third of me and Izzys friendship.
"Maia, oh my god! Can you believe we won?!" I say to her all excited. Maia and Izzy are on the basketball team to, but Si isn't. First, he's not into sports (more of a video games and manga's kinda dude) and second, he's a dude.
"No, I can't! It's unbelievable!" I look around at my friends and see someone missing. Where is that ridiculous brother of mine?
I start looking around when a pair of hands cover my eyes. "Guess who," my brother, Jon, says. I smirked and decided to have a little fun with him.
"Is it that hot boy from school that likes me?" I say. Jon takes his hands away from my eyes and walks in front of me.
"What guy?!" Jon says with a angry face on that says "He can't be within three miles of you". I giggle and put my hands on his shoulders.
"I was just kidding. Now, did you see us win?" I ask.
"Are you kidding, Clare-bear?! I wouldn't miss your first game for the world. Wait! Maybe I would if it meant I could have the world!" He says, looking right above my head with a devilish grin; I imagine thinking of what he would do if he ruled the world. I punch his shoulder a laugh. If my brother ruled the world, it would go up in flames.
I'm about to grab my drink when my coach says," Come on, ladies! To the locker room!" He looks straight at me and says,"Come on, Clarissa." I glare holes into the back of his head as he walks away. I do not like people calling me by my full name; I have a nickname for a reason.
Si taps me on my shoulder, which I ignore, so he punches my arm, really hard."OW! What did ya do that for?!"
"Coach is gonna get mad if you don't start moving, so I suggest you stop daydreaming about kicking him and start getting to the locker room," Si explains. I look and see Izzy and Maia already gone. I run and grab my POWERADE, and then sprint to the locker room. Once I get inside I hear someone shout,"You're welcome!" I chuckle a little and go around the corner to find all eyes on me. I look at my coach and see his face as red as a tomato, which was a nice color for him since his hair was ice white. He wasn't ugly. He actually was quite handsome for a man in his mid-thirties. He had sharp features and, not blonde but, white hair. The only reason he was unattractive was because of his anger that's was always plastered plainly on his face. It always overpowered his beautiful features and twisted them into this, dare I say it, evil face.
His shouting awoke me from my thoughts." Clarissa Morgenstern! Are you even listening to me?!" Coach says with an even redder face; like molten lava. The only reason keeping me from bursting out laughing is the fact that he looks like he's about to stab someone's eyes out with a fork. I shake my head "no" in response and then his mouth, and all of the words on the tip of his tongue, explode.
"YOU KNOW WHAT YOU BRATTY LITTLE, UGH, YOU ARE SO GROUNDED FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! YOU ARE SO, MMMM, UGH, I HATE YOU! WHY, GOD, WHY DID YOU STICK HER WITH ME?!" He screamed. Did I mention that he's my dad? Well, he's the worst dad in the universe so. . . . yeah. Him yelling at me though is a regular thing. It's one of the reasons him and my mom are divorced. I kinda felt bad for being happy when they got divorced. I mean most kids cry hysterically when their parents get divorced, but my father never really acted like a dad to me. Always as a coach.
" Because he doesn't like demons? You should be happy because you got stuck with an angel," a familiar voice says from the doorway.
" Jon, you don't have to defend me. Let the demon be Diablo. He doesn't seem to appreciate us angels, Jon," I say which makes Dad even more angry. Jon has always stood up for me against dad even when there is a punishment. Recently though, I have decided to be the one in between even though Dad has always disliked me more for some reason.
" The two of you, I swear! My own children are completely against me!" He says. He sighs and then says," Which is why I'm quitting."