The tap of the ball was heard before they started. Feet moved and two males were seen guarding Misaki, but the third was running towards the goal. To the people that passed by it seemed like a real match, if not for the smile on Misaki's face. It was a blissful face that morphed her features even more angelic.
It's been a long time since I've played. Maybe about a month? I forgot how good it felt to be holding a basketball. Those baseball players have been taking up my time.
The grip of the ball was suddenly out of her hand.
"Don't be that easy on us, Misaki-chan." teased Tamaki. "If it's that easy to get the ball from so-called ace player, you can play normally."
Wrong thing to say. A evil grin spread across the girl's mouth. Her eyes gleamed, foretelling the defeat that was promised.
In a second, she stole the ball and started running. The boys stood shocked. The steal looked practiced and smooth. Of course, the girl's power relied on underestimating her, and when she was up after two minutes...
It was hard to get her down from from her high, per say.
She moved on, fast and swift as a panther comfortable in her own skin. Passing Tamaki was easy, but Shou was a basketball player that got out of middle school. He was good, but Misaki decided that she could see what he needed to improve on and how she could strategize his position on the team. Being the ace player wasn't just what she does. The coach is old and is more someone that is good at health; the nurse. She helped him last year on strategizes because he was her father. She subbed one time when all of the other players were down and it was the third quarter. Her father knew she played, but never had enough time to watch how good she was with a part-time job for her cousin who was coming from America when they start high school.
Faking a right, she turned left and passed Shou. She ran to the goal, but stopped in the middle of the court. Lin got in a defense position, body moving automatically from baseball. She stood, dribbling the ball. Lin was the pitcher, and had to help keep people from stealing home. He thought that he stumped her.
She shot it from there. In the middle of the court. A high-arced shot that ended with nothing but net.
To all of the boys, it felt like it was in slow motion. It was seconds in reality. Some of the people that were passing by stopped to see the game. Until a phone ringing interrupted the awestruck silence.
"Hello?" Misaki answered.
"Misaki! Where are you?! You were supposed to be home thirty minutes ago!" John, Misaki's dad, yelled at her.
"I was on my way, but I saw some boys from my high school playing street ball. I haven't touched a basketball in a month, Dad, so I wanted to play."
"Just come home now, please." John sighed.
"Yes sir."
Misaki glanced at the boys after she hung up with her dad. They nodded at her, understanding that parents were demanding. John was usually worried about Misaki and her sister, Crystal. The siblings of the Momoka house are very rash; always sticking up for people and helping them when they are in trouble. They usually work together, because Crystal has a sickly body and Misaki speaks her mind and doesn't let people down easily.
"See you guys at school!" She yelled as she ran in the direction of her house.
"See you, Misaki!" Called the boys.