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Hail Storm

On my 11th grade, I was on the female basketball team of Cucumber High. Not because I wanted to. Not because I am good. But for the reason that they are one member short for the bench warmers. My classmates pointed me to join since "I am not busy.". And with that, I became a member.

Since I don't like doing things half-heartedly, I trained as much as I could. I am totally unathletic since I always spend my time inside my room playing my guitar or just listening to music. Truth is, I really hate doing stuff that makes you sweat. But I found myself running every morning and buying my own ball so I could practice on the court near the school after the basketball team's practice.

On the first match, I didn't even get a chance to play on the court. But on the second game against Garlic Private High School, I got a chance to play. I got excited even though we are already losing. 

My teammates looked at me and asked why I'm smiling as I was taking of my jacket. I just ignored them. Because I was about to get a chance to play.

....and I was wrong.

Four minutes left at the fourth quarter, all I ever did was run. Even though I am free, nobody was passing me the ball. Why. Why aren't you passing me the ball? I screamed at them but they wouldn't listen.

As far as I can see, I am better than them. At ball handling and shooting. But why.

Last minute.

"Fuck it. Fuck all of you!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs while I stole the ball from my teammate.

I am better than all of you guys combined. I am better than the regulars. You guys are just jealous of my talent.

I am better.

You guys are nothing.

I looked above and we are seven points left behind.

And then, there was this girl chasing me from behind. She's about to poke the ball, going for a steal. I stepped back, dribbled between my legs, a fake to the left and a crossover to the right. She fell infront of me.

Looking around, there was no one in sight. I saw someone under the ring, yelling for a pass. Fuck off, cunt.

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I took my first shot on my first ever game. As the ball was spinning in the air, I ran back to defend our court knowing that my shot will go in.

I heard a loud yell from my classmates. Tch.

"What the fuck was that? Why did you steal the ball?" The girl on my team said. I only saw her on practice and I don't really talk to her. Rather, to anyone.

"Why?" I smirked. "Because you guys are cunts."

Twenty seconds.

A girl on white jersey with the number 5 on approached me with her changing phase. But she was slow. Way too slow. I easily got the ball from her. I heard people on her team screaming. "DEFENSE!!"

But it was too late. I am already on the three point line. We are about to lose anyways since we still have four points to chase. And besides, I don't really like basketball. I'll just quit the team after this game.

With my head on the clouds, I jumped. My body was moving on it's own from practicing the moves that I saw on the internet. I didn't realized that there was already someone infront of me. She's about to reach the ball. I can't move on mid air so I took the shot anyways. After I released the ball, her hands hit my wrist. It hurts. But that's just not it. She bumped into me and fell over me. I didn't saw if I made the shot or what. Because after that, I blacked out.

When I opened my eyes, I saw an unfamiliar ceiling. Looking around, it was an unfamiliar room. As I tried to get up, my body started to hurt.

Then, a nurse came inside the room. I asked her about what happened and she said that I got hurt at the game and blacked out. She said that we lost the game. But if I didn't blacked out, I could still make a free throw and even the game, giving us an overtime. But no. I failed.

Next day as I went to tell the team that I am about to quit, everyone looked at me with their angry faces. The coach talked to me saying that I lack teamwork and he doesn't need a bench warmer who's selfish.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

"I was about to quit anyways." I said as I smiled while tilting my glasses.

I hate them.

I hate them.

I mumbled to myself as I was walking away.

And then, here it comes. The voices.

"Nobody wants you."

"They think you are shit. Since you are shit."

"Just who do you think you are?"

"You are nothing."

"Worthless."

"Your parents gave you away, what makes you think anyone would like you?"

I took my earphones and listened to the first Lamb of God song my fingers could touch just to shut the voices down.

I sighed.

I felt a touch on my shoulder. Looking back, it was a guy that I don't know. He was saying something but the heavy guitar riffs and loud banging of the drums were too loud. I removed one of my earphone.

"What doyou say?" He said.

"About what?"

"Joining the Track and Field." He smiled.

"Why would I join the Whack and Weeds?" As if I would whack some weeds. These guys should go to prison or something.

"Track and Field." He smiled gently. "I saw that no one was passing you the ball yesterday."

"You saw that pathetic excuse of a game?" I scoffed.

"Yeah. But you see, you run fast."

"So?"

"On the 100 Meter Dash, you don't need team mates." He said.

"Let me think about it." I pretended to think. "No." I walked away.

"Atleast tell me your name." He said.

"Hazel."

"Hazel...." He said as he was chewing the taste from his mouth "I'll call you Hail."

"What?"

"Tomorrow after classes, see you at the track, Hail."

"What the fuck?"

"Don't be late!!" He said as smiled and left.

-Prologue End-