Chapter 14: Basketball

"So..you wanna learn basketball do ya!"

While writing down my group options,I had taken into account the places to go. Which right now,I have found my way into the gym during lunch..not like I was missing out on an actual meal or anything.

"Uhh..yeeeah?"

However I'm not the only one here like I thought I'd be. Turns out some freakishly tall human teen has made it here first,he's just here for practice though.

"Is that a question,or an answer?!" He scolds.

"A-an answer oh tall and loud one!"

"..What is your reason?"

"I'm here to discover my talent of sports." I explain to him.

"Is that so?" He asks.

"Yes I-"

"Well you can't!"

"I-..what?"

"You? Master basketball? Ha! You don't even have the hands for it!"

"Yes I do!" I argue,waving my hands out. "I do to have hands,I've got hands to play basketball!"

"Not with those claws you don't!" He snorts. "You'd accidentally scratch the ball before actually gripping it!"

"..I'll resist the best I can." I try insuring. "Now are you going to teach me,or should I learn myself?"

"Fine..let's start with the basics." The teen says. "Show me your dribble."

"Uhh..m-my what?" I ask,confused by his order.

"Your dribble!" He demands,tossing me an orange ball. "Show me your dribble!"

"Uhhh..should I even be showing you that? I mean,what exactly is a dribble even?"

Quickly snatching the ball from my hands,he hastily bounces the ball in a speedy formation around his legs and body,before roughly passing it over back to me.

"That's what a dribble is." He says. "You're simply bouncing the ball to the floor with your hands..BEGIN!"

Dropping the ball on the floor,I repeatedly bounce the ball back and forth,trying to keep the contact to my palm and away from my fingers with claws. So far so good,hey this may be my talent!

"Faster!" He yells.

Moving my palm faster I dribble at a slightly higher rate.

"FASTER!" He shouts.

Putting more effort to my dribbling,I accidentally lose the ball and it goes flying against the wall and rolling back to our feet.

"You call that dribbling?!" He asks.

"Uh no,I believe you were the one who came up with that word."

"Wrong! That was terrible dribbling!" He says. "Had this been an important game,you would've just given the opposing team the championships!"

"Oops,well tha-"

"Show me your shoot!" He orders,pointing at the high basketball goal.

"Ok." I say,walking right up to it,about to throw the ball.

"What do you think you're doing?!" He shouts.

"Well aside from about to shoot the ball..reconsidering this whole idea."

"Shoot from there!" He points at a curved line on the gym floor.

Backing farther away onto the curved line,I look up at the goal and see that...it's supper high! Not to mention far away!

"SHOOT!"

Crouching as low as possible,I leap up and toss the ball as far as I can,with as much force as possible.

"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?"

I look up and see the ball only a few feet away from me,not even close to the goal.

"Lovable gravity?" I suggest.

"Fail! That's what it was!"

"Well if you say so-"

"Steal the ball from me!" He commands.

"What?"

"Try stealing the ball from me!"

*20 minutes later*

"Bahahaha! D-dude! Hahahaha! L-love the new look! Hahaha!" Blurts out the green meanie. "W-what happened? Got LOST in the air vents this time? Hahaha!"

Yep..back outside with the rest of the students who finished/skipped lunch...who needs basketball anyway?

I was a mess,my fur and hair all out of place,and my pants ripped at one of the knees when I fell..that human really likes that basketball,I couldn't steal it no matter what!

"Love the dashing face branding." I say,noticing a red hand marking across his cheek. "Another pink rejection I see?"

"Keep talking,and you'll see a black ending." He growls.

"Aw,does it have to be black? That sounds so boring,how bout red instead?" I suggest.

"Idiot." He mumbles.

"Moron." I mumble back.

"Stupid."

"Dummy."

*RIIIING*

*Karla's school*

"-and death and firing doom to all who don't vote me! H-h-he-he-ha-HA-hahahahaha-mwa-mwa-mwahahahaha!-*c ough*-e-erm..oh and uhh...ponies.."

"...yaaaaaay!" Once again,random cheering..over class president this time.

"You got my vote!" Karla says,wiping a tear,while energetically clapping out of pure amazement.

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