So here is the next chapter. I hope that you all enjoy! And as always please R&R


Chapter Seven:

I wake up with anticipation, tonight is the first night of my final season of basketball. It is sort of exciting. I am more excited to watch Chris play, but it will still be fun.
I then get out of bed and get ready for school. I decide to put on my red dress to show school spirit. I then straighten my naturally curly hair and put on a light amount of makeup. I then put on a pair of heels and then finish up. Once I am done, I go downstairs and see my dad sitting in the family room watching the news, boring I think to myself. I then go to find my mom, who is in the kitchen. "Hey, mom." I say.
"Hey, you look nice this morning." She says.
"Thanks." I say.
"So are you ready for tonight?" She asks.
"I guess so." I say.
"You will do great out there tonight." She says.
"I hope so." I say.
"You will." She says as she gives me a hug. "Thank you." I say as I get some coffee. "Mom, do you want anymore?"
"No, thank you though." She says.
"Ok, so you're coming to the game right?" I ask.
"Yeah, I wouldn't miss it for the world." She says.
"Good." I say. "Do you want anything to eat?" She asks.
"No, I'm fine." I say.
"You need to eat something." She says. "How about some fruit."
"Ok, that will be fine." I say. She then gets some fruit out of the refrigerator and puts it into a bowl. She then hands it to me. "Thank you." "You are welcome." She says. We then continue talking for a while. "Well, I guess that I need to get going to school." I say.
"Ok." She says. "Are you coming home before the game?"
"I should be." I say.
"Ok, I just wanted you to have time to relax." She says.
"I will, don't worry." I say.
"Ok, well, I'll see you later." She says. I then leave and get into my car and head to school. When I get there the entire school is decorated with school colors. It looks really awesome! I then walk to my first period class. The rest of the day, goes by pretty fast. As the game becomes closer and closer, I get more and more nervous. Fortunately, I am able to come home to get away from all of the school. I need some time to my self.
When I get home, I get a bottle of water and sit down for a minute. I then turn on the television for a minute, but I flip through all of the channels and there is nothing good on so I turn it off and go to my room and listen to music instead. After some time has passed, I start getting ready for the game. Once I am ready, I go downstairs and realize that I still have a few more minutes until I have to leave to be at the school. I then hear the phone ring.
so I answer it. "Hello." I say.
"Hey, this is Albuquerque OBGYN, I am calling to remind Gabriella Bolton that she has an appointment scheduled for Friday at eleven o'clock." The other line says. It is one of those automated phone calls. I then hang up once I hear the message. I wonder what my mom is going there for. Is she pregnant? Questions like that come racing through my head. I guess that I will need to ask her at some point, but I don't know how to. I then look at the time and realize that I need to be at the school, so I get into my car and head over to East High. Once I get there, I go straight to the locker room where the rest of the team is supposed to meet at, but I am the only one in here. I then look around, and find my dad standing there. "Hey, dad." I say.
"Hey, sweetheart." He says.
"Where's the rest of the team?" I ask.
"Hopefully on there way." He says. "We are supposed to play in half an hour."

"Yeah, that's why I got here when I did." I say.
"I also like the fact that you are already ready." He says.
"I figured that's what you would prefer." I say.
"Smart move." He says. "So are you ready?"
"I think so." I say.
"Not to make you nervous, but I have you playing a big majority of the game." He says.
"Oh, why not let someone else?" I ask.
"You are one of our better players, and we need you tonight especially." He says. "We are playing West High our rival."

"I know, and I think that we can beat them." I say.
"I like that optimism." He says. Then Emily comes walking in. "Good, at least now we have two players."

"Jess, are you the only one here?" She asks.
"Yeah." I say.
"Hopefully the rest of the team will be here." She says.
"I know, I'm beginning to be worried." Dad says.
"Coach, you are worried?" Emily asks.
"Just a little." He says. "This is my first year of coaching and I'm beginning to wonder if that was such a good idea."

"You are doing great." Emily says.
"Thank you, Emily." He says. "Both of you are defiantly going to be starters." "

Really?" She asks. "I've never started in a game." "Well, you will tonight." He says. "You've improved a lot since tryouts."

"Thanks coach." She says.
"No problem." He says. Some time has gone by and finally the rest of the team has arrived. My dad then walks back into the locker room to give us a pep talk before the game. "Alright, team this is our first game of the season. I know that most of you are nervous, but I know that if you all give everything that you have, you will do great. And whether we win, or lose, we are all still a team. I want you guys to go out there and have fun. Now lets go out there and kick some Knight butt." He says. "Now what team?"

"Wildcats." We chant back.
"What team?" He says again.
"Wildcats." We say again. "Wildcats, get your head in the game."

We all then run out onto the court. "Ok, here's tonight's lineup." He says. "Jackson, Bolton, Harper, Reid, Villa, and Prescott." We then go out there and start the game. I am happy to start the season off right. Hopefully we will win. That would be really nice.
Emily starts off at tip off. We are then able to get the ball and I take off down the court and score the first goal. The crowd roars. By the end of the second quarter the score is tied 14 to 14. We then all go to the locker room to get some water and regroup.
"Alright, girls, you have shown great effort, and West High has a good team this year. I think that in order for us to beat them we all are going to have to give more effort." My dad says. The team then sits down for a second. My dad motions for me to come over to him, so I get up and come over to him.
"What's up?" I ask.
"Ok, so how are you feeling?" He asks.
"Fine, why?" I ask.
"What I mean is, do you feel up to playing the next two quarters?" He asks.
"Um, I can play most of it, but I will need to get out for a little while." I say.
"Ok, I can do that, I just feel like we need you to help us win." He says. "But I only wanted you, if I knew that you felt up to it. Otherwise it wouldn't be worth it." "I understand." I say.
"Try to get some rest, we will be using you a lot for the remainder of the game." He says. I then sit down for the remainder of the fifteen minute half time that we have. I really wish that I wasn't all that good, I wasn't prepared to play all four quarters. But I am willing to play. We then start the third quarter. I end up playing about half of that quarter. I then end up playing all of the fourth quarter. We are down to the final seconds of the game we are winning by one point, but it would be good to score a few more. I then steal the ball from the other team.
I then take off down the court. I am running strong, its down to ten seconds. My heart is beating as I go up to make the final layup of the game. I leap in the air, and my form is perfect. While still in the air, I get knocked by another player and I fall to the ground. I hear something in my leg snap.
I instantly feel pain shooting through my left leg. I think that I may have broke it, but I really do not know. I try to get up, but the pain is too much for me to bare. Next thing I know, my dad rushes onto the court. The game is over, and luckily, I made that layup. "Are you alright?" My dad asks.
"I don't know." I say. He then tries to move my leg. I wince in the pain. "I think that it may be broke." He says. "The way you landed was pretty bad." "I know, I got tripped up by someone." I say.
"If it hadn't been at the end of the game you would have had a foul shot." He says.
"I doubt that it would have done any good." I say. "Hey, on the bright side, at least you made that layup." He says.
"But most likely I'll be out for most of the season." I say.
"It's alright." He says. "I can probably talk the college scouts into coming back later in the season."
"Wait there were scouts at this game?" I say.
"Yeah, I didn't want to tell you, because I knew that you would get nervous." He says.
"I bet that they are going to think that I am clumsy." I say.
"They won't." He says. "How about we get you off of the court and get you to the ER just to make sure that you'll be alright."
"Ok." I say.
"Do you think that you can stand up?" He asks. He then tries to help me up and I stand for a brief second, and then almost fall. He then picks me up and carries me out to his truck in front of the school. "Just wait right here, and I'll be right back." "It's not like I can go anywhere." I say. He then runs into the school. Chris then comes out the door. "Are you alright?" He asks.
"I think that I will be." I say. My leg hurts so bad, but I hold back tears.
"You're going to get it x-rayed right?" He asks.
"Yeah, my dad thinks that I broke it." I say. "Especially since there is a gigantic bruise on my leg." "Oh, that looks pretty bad." He says.
"Chris, you need to get inside, you have a game starting soon." I say.
"I know, but I would rather be with you." He says.
"Chris, you need to play." I say.
"The whole game I will be thinking about you." He says.
"Please do something for me." I say.
"What?" He asks.
"Go out there and play the best that you can." I say.
"I will." He says. "I'll be out there playing for you." I then smile.
"I'll text you when we find out anything." I say.
"Ok, thank you." He says. "Now, go out there and win ok." I say.
"I'll do my best." He says. "The Knights have a good team this year."
"But so do the Wildcats." I say. "You've got this, I believe in you."
"Thanks." He says. "I'm glad that you have my back." "Who else's would I have." I say. "Now, go inside before you miss your game."
"Ok, I'll see you later." He says. He then runs inside the school. I then let the tears that I had been holding back form. I can't hold them in any longer. The pain is almost to much to bare. A moment passes and then my mom comes out to my dad's car. "Hey, sweetie." She says. "Do you need any Tylenol or anything?" I nod my head for yes. She then pulls out a bottle from her purse and hands me one and a bottle of water. "I figured that you would need something."

"Thank you." I say after I take the pill.
"It's no problem, it is what mom's are for." She says. "Are we about to leave?" I ask.
"Yeah." She says. "Your dad went to get his stuff and your stuff too."
"Oh, ok." I say. "Chris was worried about you." She says.
"I know, he came out here and it took everything for me to get him to go inside." I say.
"He just cares about you." She says.
"I know, but I will be alright." I say. "All that I did was probably break a bone."

"I know, but the way you fell, was pretty bad." She says.
"I barely remember how it happened." I say. "It all happened so fast."

"I know." She says. Within a few minutes, my parents and I head to the nearest hospital, which is about a ten minute drive from the school. We get checked into the ER and surprisingly, it is a slow night and they are able to take me back to an examining room right away.
We are able to get an x-ray right off the bat. I then am sitting in an examining room awaiting the results of the x-ray. "How are the boys playing?" I ask. I know that Chad is giving my dad updates on the game.
"Right now, they are losing." Dad says.
"By how much?" I ask.
"A lot." He says. "Chad had to take Chris out of the game, because he isn't focused."

"Maybe I should call him during half time and let him know that everything is alright." I say.
"That would be a good idea." He says.
"I of course want to know what the doctor has to say first." I say.
"Yeah, because you know that he will want to know exactly what is going on." My mom says.
"Yeah, that's Chris for you." I say. Then the doctor walks into the room. "Alright, do you want the good news or the bad news first?" The doctor asks.
"Good news." I say.
"Ok, well you won't need to have surgery." She says. "But you did suffer a pretty bad fracture of your tibia." "Ok, so what's next then?" Dad asks.
"Well, Mr. Bolton, as you can see from the x-ray it is a bad fracture, its what is called a-"
"Spiral fracture of the tibia." My dad finishing her sentence.
"Exactly, how did you know that?" She asks.
"I've had a break just like this when I was in the tenth grade." He says.
"Well, then I'm sure that what I am about to say you will understand very well." She says. "Well, Jessica we are going to start you off with a cast, but I need for some of the swelling to go down, so for a couple of days I want you to wear a splint, and keep your leg elevated, and stay off of it as much as you can, which shouldn't be too hard given the amount of pain that you are in. Then let's say on Friday you will come back into my office, I'll go ahead and get an appointment set up, and we will put a cast on, that you will have on for several weeks and you may have to have physical therapy depending on how things heal up. Do you have any questions?"
"Will I be able to play basketball?" I ask.
"We'll see, fortunately you are pretty active." She says. "Maybe you'll get to play at least the last game of the season. Alright, so we're going to get that splint put on and then you can leave. I will also go ahead and get the appointment set up for you." She then walks out of the room.
"At least it's my left leg." I say.
"What difference does that make?" My mom asks.
"At least I can drive." I say.
"True." My dad says. I then get the splint and have an appointment set up for Friday at two o'clock and we then leave the hospital and head home. When we get to the house, my dad picks me up and carries me into the house and places me on the couch. "Where are Zach, Caleb and Zane?" I ask.
"Chris, said that he would bring them home after the game." He says. "Which just ended." He says.
"How did they do?" I ask.
"They did alright." He says. "I'm sure that Chris will tell you." "I'm sure that he will." I say. I then prop my leg up on the ottoman that is in front of the couch. "Do you need anything?" My mom asks.
"I'm fine right now." I say. "Thank you though."
"You're welcome." She says. My dad then walks off for a minute, and I am there with just my mom. "Mom, I almost forgot to tell you." I say. "The doctor's office called to confirm your appointment for Friday at eleven."

"Thank you." She says. "I almost forgot."
"Is everything alright?" I ask.
"Yes, sweetheart, there is no reason to worry." She says.
"Ok." I say. "You're not pregnant are you?"

"What would make you think that?" She asks.
"I don't know, I was just curious." I say.
"Can you keep a secret?" She asks.
"Sure." I say.
"I'm pregnant." She says.
"You are?" I ask.
"Yes." She says. "How far along are you?" I ask.
"About two months along." She says. "I just found out about two weeks ago." "That's awesome." I say. "Have you told dad yet?"
"No, that's why you need to keep it a secret." She says. "I was going to wait until his birthday ,which is in two weeks, to tell him."
"Ok, I can definitely do that. " I say. "I was hoping that you could." She says with a smile. Chris and my brothers then walk in the door of the house. "Hey, how are you?" Chris asks.
"Better." I say. "I'm not in nearly as much pain, the medicine worked."

"That's good." He says. "Wait, hold up, you took medicine, I thought that you never would take any?"
"I needed it really bad." I say.
"You must have." He says. "So are you staying out tomorrow?"
"Yeah, and I might stay out Thursday and Friday as well." I say. "I have to go to the doctor on Friday to get a cast put on."
"Oh, well I completely understand needing to do that." He says.
"I'm glad that you do." I say. My mom then leaves the room. "So, how did the game go?"
"We won, barely though." He says.
"I guess that my phone call worked after all." I say.
"Yeah, it did." He says. "I actually scored some tonight. Fortunately, there weren't any scouts in the crowd."

"Be glad, there were some at my game." I say.
"Oh, well you played really well out there tonight." He says.
"Up until the last few seconds." I say.
"It's alright, we all have our slip ups in life." He says. "Yours just ended up being literal." "That's not funny." I say.
"Sure it is." He says. "I bet you later in life you will look back on this and laugh." "I doubt it." I say with a smile.
"At least it got you smiling." He says.
"Yeah." I say. "I can always count on you for a smile." "Yes, you can." He says. "Well, it's getting kind of late, so I'm going to go, I'll see you later." "Alright." I say. "See ya." He then leaves. I then attempt to get up to go to the bathroom, but am having a hard time getting up. Fortunately, my mom walks into the room and helps me get to the bathroom. I hate having to have help for everything, but I guess that I will have to get used to it. It won't be that bad having help, I think to myself.


I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. It may take me more time to update in the next year, but I will do my best to update at least once a week.