Come play with me? (Fer)
Jul 26, 2012 23:27:34 GMT -5
Post by Mia Bell on Jul 26, 2012 23:27:34 GMT -5
Mia walked into the gym; she was bored and had nothing else to do. She kind of wanted to text Cameron and start bugging him to come to the gym to see if she can kick his butt at basketball. However, she wasn’t the type to bug people, and she never did get Jez’s number. She would have to track the Scottish girl down and get her number. She felt like that would be easier said than done. Since she didn’t know much about the girl, like where she usually hung out. She wondered if she could get her butt at basketball too. Now she was wondering if Scotland even had basketball as a sport.
The pink haired girl walked over to the bleachers and placed her bag one on one of them then walked to where they kept the basketballs and grabbed one; Dribbling back over to the basketball hoop. She could play fairly well, thanks to her brothers teaching her how to play and for making her get better at it. She stood in the free throw stop and dribbled the ball some more before throwing the ball and watching it bounce off the rim. She groaned “Crap..” She had apparently lost her touch for the year she had stopped playing. It had just gotten too hard for her to even be in the gym. Now she was back on her feet and in the gym. Though maybe she couldn’t beat Cam at a game seeing how rusty she was.
Mia walked over to the ball to pick it up and try again. This time the ball actually went in. She grinned, jumped and threw her fist in her air “HA!” She felt accomplished, though whether she could do that again or not was a totally different matter. She kept shooting, going after the ball and the shooting again. She missed the basket most of the time and only rarely made it in.
The pink haired girl walked over to the bleachers and placed her bag one on one of them then walked to where they kept the basketballs and grabbed one; Dribbling back over to the basketball hoop. She could play fairly well, thanks to her brothers teaching her how to play and for making her get better at it. She stood in the free throw stop and dribbled the ball some more before throwing the ball and watching it bounce off the rim. She groaned “Crap..” She had apparently lost her touch for the year she had stopped playing. It had just gotten too hard for her to even be in the gym. Now she was back on her feet and in the gym. Though maybe she couldn’t beat Cam at a game seeing how rusty she was.
Mia walked over to the ball to pick it up and try again. This time the ball actually went in. She grinned, jumped and threw her fist in her air “HA!” She felt accomplished, though whether she could do that again or not was a totally different matter. She kept shooting, going after the ball and the shooting again. She missed the basket most of the time and only rarely made it in.