Description
Being on the run from her past, Sam has to go far as disguising herself as a guy to leave as much of her past hidden. But what will happen when Sam submits to the game she craves so much and to the popular jock who just can't leave her alone? Will her past catch up to her, letting the psychopath's promise ultimately be fulfilled? *** This short story is filled with basketball, secrets, and romance. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I'm liking writing it! And I'm sorry in advance for any grammatical errors. P.s there's some colorful language, but I wouldn't consider it mature **** A little snip bit :D Without a warning, the comfort of the leather in my hands disappears. Ripped and robed from me, the shock tares me from remembering the past. I'm the only one left on this side of the court. The rest of my team is now defending, but I'm just standing here dumbfounded. My head feels groggy, I can feel the start of a migraine, and my hands can't seem to stop shaking. I'm playing the sport that led to my father's death. I'm ignoring the past, the repercussions, the killer. I'm so caught up in my selfish desire to feel a part of a team. To be loved. To play the sport that my body craves. The only issue is that my body isn't compatible with my dreams. I want to be able to play freely on the court. I want my only problems to be about boys, grades, and winning games. I want to suffer through extensive and brutal practices, so long as we get through it as a team.
Part 1: The Shot
