"sometimes i wonder who i really am. am i really the girl who sleeps at one in the morning and replaces her sleep in class? am i the girl who cares about her grades, when really i dont? or am i just a nobody, waiting to be someone? am i just living in a fake world with many fantasies, where reality was right in front of me, telling me that what i wish for will never come true. "
-Jennifer Y.
i got there late, just so he wont think that im too eager to see him. i didnt see him, and just went to practice basketball again. after a few shots i got bored, and sat on the benches. i dribbled the ball, and suddenly someone took it from me. 'hey!-" it was him. "oh. hi." was all i could say. he smiled "yo, im really sorry. freaking teacher made me get detention for yawning in class. fucked up, isnt it?" i laughed."that sounds like mr. lewis, in my school." he looked at me a little surprised. "you go to the local high school here?" he asked. "haha. i have mr lewis, that old man, hes such an asshole. i just yawned and he screams at me "DETENTION!" i laughed again. "you go here, really? dont see you around much. whats your name?" he dribbled the basketball. "hm? Nicholas. Nick Rodriguez. yours?" i hesitated to answer. "jennifer." yuen was my last name. i didnt tell him though. i tried to take the basketball back, but he dodged. "hey!" i chased him around the park, and after a while, i got exhausted. "dammit!" i rested on the bench, panting. he ran back over. "i believe that we have a handball game, game 101." is he crazy? game 101? by the time we get to points 50 my arm wouldve already broke off! he mustve saw my expression on my face because he said, "sissy." now theres one thing i cant stand and thats someone call me sissy. "fine! ill beat you." i clenched my teeth, hoping i can beat him. the game got up to 32, and five o'clock came. as i went home, i thought. Nicholas Rodriguez. i slapped myself. i didnt know why.
it all started when i was playing alone in the park. the basketball shot through the basket many times, lost count. i few kids came and went, skating and playing handball. somehow the last shot i made missed horribly, and i turned away from it, staring into the sky. then, instead of the basketball rolling to the fence, i heard. "OUCH!MOTHER-" i turned around to find a guy on the floor, his hands covering you know where. his skateboard was flipped over, and the basketball was rolling towards me. i picked it up and walked towards him. "you alright?" i asked. he looked up at me. his face was beet red. "do i look like im okay?" he said weakly. i dropped the ball, and helped him to a bench. he calmed down after a bit. i brought his skateboard to him and he thanked me. "dammit, i dont think thats ever happened to me." "what?" i asked. "the board hit me right in the middle" he laughed. his laugh was wierd. no, not weird, just unique, i guess. we just sat there for the rest of the afternoon, watching the sun set. i jumped. "holy- what time is it?" he took out his phone. "5." i grabbed my basketball and rushed away. "sorry! my curfew is five, and it takes me about 20 mintues to get home." he smiled"nah, its cool, be here again tomorrow, same time? ill verse you in handball." i took a last look at him. "sure," i said. "tomorrow. same time."
