dumbfounded to be, nevertheless, then a nasty perfidious grin darted over her face.
„What do you say to this …silk scarve ?“ Triumphing she suddenly pulled a silk scarf high... and for a short moment panic overcame me....
The scarf came quite clearly from Sita.... them had to have probably forgotten him...
Cool remain... I deeply breathed deeply and put on my Pokerface. “I see... you spy to me after...“ I used a short break and with a mocking smile „.... you rummage possibly in my clothes??“
Once more there sounded suppressed giggling and all looks stuck fascinatedly on Melissa.
Melissa got a bright red head... and when she itself abrubt turned round she still threw to me a full of hatred look
“... You will still regret to tangle with me. I get you...“ she quietly hissed.
Some of the team turned round to me and winked at me.... Should be probably valid as an approval, but I trusted nobody above the way.
As fast the mood against me hit I had got to know now to satisfaction.
Later than I alone I was touched affectionately the letter. I might read him only after the play... this I had to promise Sita.
She was the first person in my life I trust could give. Not sometimes to my former friends there was real trust.
The play began... and I completely concentrated upon the ball. However, in the course of the play I noted Melissas attempts to close the mind over and over again the view.
Several times she caught the ball directly before me from. and from bewildering looks of our team accompanied she threw in the direction of basket.
Unfortunately, she did not hit often... thereby we lost important points.
Trainer Mc Cain grasped immediately the situation and called Melissa here.
“ Say sometimes you have gone crazy?? Why you take from brandy the ball from under the nose. and do not meet sometimes the basket!!“
He had a short look at the score.... stood 6:12. The victory seemed to move in menacing distance.
Mc Cain shook furiously the head „you remain on the reserve bank!“ A short sign and a substitute ran in the field.
I also had a short look at the scoreboard... I must bring this team to the victory
and changed to McCain me begging considered.
It was not to be made up any more a lot of time around the lost points....
I stood up.... Adrenalin pumped by my body thought of Sitas words remember always where from you come.... you have created it up to here.
Quick as a flash I caught the ball …O the moment I was again in my element and took over decided the guidance.
Suddenly I was moved in the mind again into South Bronx on the hard cold asphalt.
The close noise of creaky sneakers on the concrete ground... Everybody shouted and roared in a mess.
The best players were fired.... Bets keenly negotiates. one had a fever with them and for few hours the bitter reality was forgotten...
There was only to us player and the ball.!!!
Thundering applause tore me again back in the present... and I needed a few seconds to understand where I was....
The difference between the Court in my native country and here in this comfortable spotless most fashionably furnished gymnasium could not be bigger.
The ball as new no tears and ancient like in our Court. The baskets with clean fixture and snow-white nets.
Everything flashed before cleanness in contrast to the Court in my area...... where everything had got run down and had been neglected.
The basket existed only of a completely rusted metal ring.Nets there was not... the ground was accumulated from cement with dirt and refuse of all kind.
Uncompleted beer and wine bottles lay around heedlessly.....
If one blows flew there... that could critically become between the lying around glass shards.
Besides, lay sputter between lost ball uses still them again pointed here also to gunfights between way rivals came.
Though the Court lay near the school, however, exactly the border was between two ways. So one always had to count on fights in very
„What do you say to this …silk scarve ?“ Triumphing she suddenly pulled a silk scarf high... and for a short moment panic overcame me....
The scarf came quite clearly from Sita.... them had to have probably forgotten him...
Cool remain... I deeply breathed deeply and put on my Pokerface. “I see... you spy to me after...“ I used a short break and with a mocking smile „.... you rummage possibly in my clothes??“
Once more there sounded suppressed giggling and all looks stuck fascinatedly on Melissa.
Melissa got a bright red head... and when she itself abrubt turned round she still threw to me a full of hatred look
“... You will still regret to tangle with me. I get you...“ she quietly hissed.
Some of the team turned round to me and winked at me.... Should be probably valid as an approval, but I trusted nobody above the way.
As fast the mood against me hit I had got to know now to satisfaction.
Later than I alone I was touched affectionately the letter. I might read him only after the play... this I had to promise Sita.
She was the first person in my life I trust could give. Not sometimes to my former friends there was real trust.
The play began... and I completely concentrated upon the ball. However, in the course of the play I noted Melissas attempts to close the mind over and over again the view.
Several times she caught the ball directly before me from. and from bewildering looks of our team accompanied she threw in the direction of basket.
Unfortunately, she did not hit often... thereby we lost important points.
Trainer Mc Cain grasped immediately the situation and called Melissa here.
“ Say sometimes you have gone crazy?? Why you take from brandy the ball from under the nose. and do not meet sometimes the basket!!“
He had a short look at the score.... stood 6:12. The victory seemed to move in menacing distance.
Mc Cain shook furiously the head „you remain on the reserve bank!“ A short sign and a substitute ran in the field.
I also had a short look at the scoreboard... I must bring this team to the victory
and changed to McCain me begging considered.
It was not to be made up any more a lot of time around the lost points....
I stood up.... Adrenalin pumped by my body thought of Sitas words remember always where from you come.... you have created it up to here.
Quick as a flash I caught the ball …O the moment I was again in my element and took over decided the guidance.
Suddenly I was moved in the mind again into South Bronx on the hard cold asphalt.
The close noise of creaky sneakers on the concrete ground... Everybody shouted and roared in a mess.
The best players were fired.... Bets keenly negotiates. one had a fever with them and for few hours the bitter reality was forgotten...
There was only to us player and the ball.!!!
Thundering applause tore me again back in the present... and I needed a few seconds to understand where I was....
The difference between the Court in my native country and here in this comfortable spotless most fashionably furnished gymnasium could not be bigger.
The ball as new no tears and ancient like in our Court. The baskets with clean fixture and snow-white nets.
Everything flashed before cleanness in contrast to the Court in my area...... where everything had got run down and had been neglected.
The basket existed only of a completely rusted metal ring.Nets there was not... the ground was accumulated from cement with dirt and refuse of all kind.
Uncompleted beer and wine bottles lay around heedlessly.....
If one blows flew there... that could critically become between the lying around glass shards.
Besides, lay sputter between lost ball uses still them again pointed here also to gunfights between way rivals came.
Though the Court lay near the school, however, exactly the border was between two ways. So one always had to count on fights in very
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