She was right there.
I'm not sure what she was doing because everything around me moves at a lightning speed as adrenaline rushes through my veins for twenty minutes straight. This game is my life. Every one of these games is my life, and I play as if it depends on it. But that also means that I miss things. Not just hoops, but also people. I shut things out completely to let myself be one with the game and my eyes just don't stop for anything but that rubbery orange ball I've loved ever since I could barely speak.
But that night... mine stopped for her.
Her ducking while shrieking in fear, to be exact.
My instinct immediately had me running towards to slap the ball away from hitting her. She looked up, eyes still filled with fear that turned into a smile in an instant.
"Thank you," she mouthed, still too stunned to speak properly.
Little did she know that somebody/something took control of my life at that second and I was never the same.
A/N I'm supposed to be finishing up my presentation butohwell. I've had this scenario running around my head since last weekend's basketball game. Pure fiction, guise.
