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“How many points did you score?” Ted asked. We went
through the same routine every Monday morning. Our youth
league basketball games took place on Saturdays. I played in the
sixth grade girls’ league, and Ted played in the sixth grade boys’
league.
“Twenty-one,” I said with a sly grin. Looking back, I guess you
could say I was a ball hog. Who likes a ball hog? Ted was too,
though. I guess that is why we were so competitive with one another.
His grin quickly turned to a frown-like face. He said,
“You’re lying! I scored 18 points.” I wasn’t lying. I was telling
the truth. My parents raised me to never tell a lie. On days when
I found out Ted had scored more than me, I wanted to lie. I never
did though. After all, girls weren’t supposed to beat the boys.
Mrs. Howard, my math teacher, always chuckled when she
heard us discussing our points. “Did you win, April?” she would
always ask later. She had a daughter that played on the varsity
basketball team at our school.

On the playground, I always played a pickup game with the boys.
The P.E. coaches would sit against the fence and watch. One day, I
intercepted a pass made to Ken. Ken was the principal’s son. I
guarded him on purpose. He was my first crush. He didn’t like me
though; he liked Stacy. As I was dribbling to the other end, I could
hear my teammates cheering. I wasn’t sure if it was because I stole
the ball from a boy, or because they wanted me to score. Either way,
it ended badly. I was about to go in for the layup when suddenly Ken’s
foot stuck out in front of me. I tripped head first right into the rusted
beam of a basketball pole.

When I woke up, the P.E. coach had me in her arms as she was
making her way through the long, red striped hallway. This was the first
time I had ever passed out. I felt strange. She sat me in a chair in the
main office, and there stood the principal.
“What happened?” Principal Lee asked. He was staring at me
with a horrified look on his face. I didn’t understand why. When my
parents came running in about 30 minutes later, the same horrified
look was on their face. They were in panic mode. I finally saw what
the fuss was about. A knot, the size of an egg, had formed on my
forehead. I kind of thought it looked cool, but obviously my parents
didn’t. That night, my mother told me I was to never play with the boys
again. My head wasn’t the only thing hurting.

Ken apologized the next day. I think he did it on purpose.
A couple days passed. A week passed. I wanted to play
basketball so bad! One night, my dad asked what I did at
P.E. since I wasn’t playing with the boys anymore I think he
felt my pain. He told me he could keep a secret if I could. I
knew what that meant! I started playing with the boys the
next day. What mama didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.


The end of the school year was approaching, and the sixth grade
was planning to take their annual spring field trip to the park. This
was more or less a day of doing nothing. I was all up for it! I could
have probably thrown a rock and hit the park from the school, so the
whole sixth grade walked there. On the walk over, Ted started talking
trash to me. He mentioned playing one on one, and he wouldn’t stop
talking about it. We were good friends, but I wanted to shut him up.
Of course I wanted to win, but what if I didn’t win? What if he won? I
would never live that down.
As I was eating my lunch at the picnic table, Ted shouted from the
basketball court, “April, are you scared?”
Scared? Ummmm…I had always outshined the girls. I could steal the
ball from Ken and make him look stupid, but Ted was really good.
Why did he want to play against me anyways?
“April, you can beat him,” Charlie said. As I glanced around, Ted
banked a two pointer into the basket. I could feel my heart beating
faster. By this point, a lot of people were encouraging us to play.
People started chanting and crowding around the basketball court. I
had no choice. As I walked to the court, I glimpsed over, and Mrs.
Howard gave me a wink.

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Believe in yourself!
This book was created and published on StoryJumper™
©2014 StoryJumper, Inc. All rights reserved.
Publish your own children's book:
www.storyjumper.com


enter text here

“How many points did you score?” Ted asked. We went
through the same routine every Monday morning. Our youth
league basketball games took place on Saturdays. I played in the
sixth grade girls’ league, and Ted played in the sixth grade boys’
league.
“Twenty-one,” I said with a sly grin. Looking back, I guess you
could say I was a ball hog. Who likes a ball hog? Ted was too,
though. I guess that is why we were so competitive with one another.
His grin quickly turned to a frown-like face. He said,
“You’re lying! I scored 18 points.” I wasn’t lying. I was telling
the truth. My parents raised me to never tell a lie. On days when
I found out Ted had scored more than me, I wanted to lie. I never
did though. After all, girls weren’t supposed to beat the boys.
Mrs. Howard, my math teacher, always chuckled when she
heard us discussing our points. “Did you win, April?” she would
always ask later. She had a daughter that played on the varsity
basketball team at our school.

On the playground, I always played a pickup game with the boys.
The P.E. coaches would sit against the fence and watch. One day, I
intercepted a pass made to Ken. Ken was the principal’s son. I
guarded him on purpose. He was my first crush. He didn’t like me
though; he liked Stacy. As I was dribbling to the other end, I could
hear my teammates cheering. I wasn’t sure if it was because I stole
the ball from a boy, or because they wanted me to score. Either way,
it ended badly. I was about to go in for the layup when suddenly Ken’s
foot stuck out in front of me. I tripped head first right into the rusted
beam of a basketball pole.
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