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Chapter 1: Girl On Bench
She sat there alone on the bench just outside the eastern side park, looking up at the beautiful sunset that played across the canvas of the sky, but still she did not find any join in its beauty. The inside of her mind was more like a storm, tossing and turning and not finding peace, even though she herself were sitting so still one might mistake her for a statue.
It was the sound of a bouncing basketball that finally drew her out of her frozen state. Then the change came upon her, slowly at first and starting from her fingers that twitched slightly down to her toes which curled inward. She lifted her head to see where the sound was coming from.
It was a young man. She guessed him to be seventeen, or eighteen, and he was definitely a basketball player. She would have been stupid not to see that he was a basketball player, considering that he was very tall, wearing a basketball jersey and bouncing a basketball on one hand. Yet she tried to suppress twirling emotions within her, emotions that were directed to that horrible little orange ball.
"I will not see him," she told herself, forcing herself to turn away. Just then she realized that the basketball court was right behind her, and since he had just arrived he was going to be playing in that very court, where she'd be tormented even further.
But she couldn't move either, rooted to the bench by some strange force. The guy did not seem to notice her either way, and she told herself that she would not give him the pleasure of nothing that he had gotten her attention. But it was a bad sort of attention, even if the guy did not know it. Yet.
He played. Since her bench was facing away from the court she was unable to see him play, but she knew from the sounds of his movement that he was very good. Very very good. So good that in fact she was totally tempted to turn around and watch him. It had been so long since her last time seeing someone play basketball live, that despite her hatred for the sport there was some tiny piece of her begging to see the talent with which the boy was playing.
Eventually she turned, and it was just in time to see jump. She watched, somehow in slow motion, as his legs bunched up, his arms swung up, the wrist twisted just ever so slightly, and the ball soared in a wide beautiful arc that cut through the air soundlessly before kissing the basket and swishing in. It was so beautiful that her mouth actually dropped open. But she quickly closed it.
The boy suddenly looked at her, and at the first flash of surprisingly blue eyes, she turned away again.
"You look familiar," the guy said.
"I should say that about you," she said, then quickly regretting it. She was not supposed to talk to him. He was a basketball player for crying out loud.
"Ah, well it's nice to be on the other side of the comment once in a while," the guy said, chuckling under his breath.
She stood frozen as the guy started walking toward her, his basketball under his arm. Her heart started to thump wildly as soon as the scent of sweat and game wafted into her nose, all smells that she knew she was supposed to despise but felt strangely comforting.
"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before," the guy muttered. He paused and then said, "Anyway, I'm Sendoh Akira. Nice to meet you."
She looked up at him. Blue eyes! And the smile. She had almost forgotten the last time a guy had ever smiled at her, let alone with such open and sincere honesty. Her mouth opened, but the niceties that she were going to say were suddenly swallowed back as she remembered why she hated basketball.
"Whatever," she muttered, quickly turning away.
"You like basketball, don't you?" Sendoh asked, raising the basketball to show her.
She looked at him sharply. "What the hell makes you say that?! Don't make assumptions about me! You don't know me!"
Sendoh backed away in surprise. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"High and mighty Sendoh Akira, star of Ryonan, what the hell would you know, huh?!" she snapped at him, her hands curling into fists. "You wouldn't - you wouldn't know the first thing and I don't give a damn about basketball! It's a stupid game! Only tall freaks play basketball!"
Sendoh looked thoughtful. "I believe the term is vertically-challenged freaks."
That smile! She almost forgot to be angry again. She knew that she wouldn't be able to say another scathing remark without breaking down - and she most certainly would not break down, so she turned away, gearing up to leave.
"I think basketball sucks," she muttered.
"If that were true," Sendoh suddenly said, "How did you know what team I play for?"
Oops. She ran.
Sendoh watched her disappear, a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly he looked down at the bench, and saw that she had left behind her handphone.
.to be continued.
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Chapter 1: Girl On Bench
She sat there alone on the bench just outside the eastern side park, looking up at the beautiful sunset that played across the canvas of the sky, but still she did not find any join in its beauty. The inside of her mind was more like a storm, tossing and turning and not finding peace, even though she herself were sitting so still one might mistake her for a statue.
It was the sound of a bouncing basketball that finally drew her out of her frozen state. Then the change came upon her, slowly at first and starting from her fingers that twitched slightly down to her toes which curled inward. She lifted her head to see where the sound was coming from.
It was a young man. She guessed him to be seventeen, or eighteen, and he was definitely a basketball player. She would have been stupid not to see that he was a basketball player, considering that he was very tall, wearing a basketball jersey and bouncing a basketball on one hand. Yet she tried to suppress twirling emotions within her, emotions that were directed to that horrible little orange ball.
"I will not see him," she told herself, forcing herself to turn away. Just then she realized that the basketball court was right behind her, and since he had just arrived he was going to be playing in that very court, where she'd be tormented even further.
But she couldn't move either, rooted to the bench by some strange force. The guy did not seem to notice her either way, and she told herself that she would not give him the pleasure of nothing that he had gotten her attention. But it was a bad sort of attention, even if the guy did not know it. Yet.
He played. Since her bench was facing away from the court she was unable to see him play, but she knew from the sounds of his movement that he was very good. Very very good. So good that in fact she was totally tempted to turn around and watch him. It had been so long since her last time seeing someone play basketball live, that despite her hatred for the sport there was some tiny piece of her begging to see the talent with which the boy was playing.
Eventually she turned, and it was just in time to see jump. She watched, somehow in slow motion, as his legs bunched up, his arms swung up, the wrist twisted just ever so slightly, and the ball soared in a wide beautiful arc that cut through the air soundlessly before kissing the basket and swishing in. It was so beautiful that her mouth actually dropped open. But she quickly closed it.
The boy suddenly looked at her, and at the first flash of surprisingly blue eyes, she turned away again.
"You look familiar," the guy said.
"I should say that about you," she said, then quickly regretting it. She was not supposed to talk to him. He was a basketball player for crying out loud.
"Ah, well it's nice to be on the other side of the comment once in a while," the guy said, chuckling under his breath.
She stood frozen as the guy started walking toward her, his basketball under his arm. Her heart started to thump wildly as soon as the scent of sweat and game wafted into her nose, all smells that she knew she was supposed to despise but felt strangely comforting.
"I'm sure I've seen you somewhere before," the guy muttered. He paused and then said, "Anyway, I'm Sendoh Akira. Nice to meet you."
She looked up at him. Blue eyes! And the smile. She had almost forgotten the last time a guy had ever smiled at her, let alone with such open and sincere honesty. Her mouth opened, but the niceties that she were going to say were suddenly swallowed back as she remembered why she hated basketball.
"Whatever," she muttered, quickly turning away.
"You like basketball, don't you?" Sendoh asked, raising the basketball to show her.
She looked at him sharply. "What the hell makes you say that?! Don't make assumptions about me! You don't know me!"
Sendoh backed away in surprise. "Hey, hey, I'm sorry I didn't mean-"
"High and mighty Sendoh Akira, star of Ryonan, what the hell would you know, huh?!" she snapped at him, her hands curling into fists. "You wouldn't - you wouldn't know the first thing and I don't give a damn about basketball! It's a stupid game! Only tall freaks play basketball!"
Sendoh looked thoughtful. "I believe the term is vertically-challenged freaks."
That smile! She almost forgot to be angry again. She knew that she wouldn't be able to say another scathing remark without breaking down - and she most certainly would not break down, so she turned away, gearing up to leave.
"I think basketball sucks," she muttered.
"If that were true," Sendoh suddenly said, "How did you know what team I play for?"
Oops. She ran.
Sendoh watched her disappear, a thoughtful look on his face. Suddenly he looked down at the bench, and saw that she had left behind her handphone.
.to be continued.
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