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Post by Eric Stephens on Aug 10, 2007 22:06:02 GMT -5
The deadened bounce of the basketball echoed against the polished floor, the rhythmic sound wafting through the air in a dull, steady beat. One lone boy stood, gripping the ball every other moment. His sandy blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and laid-back summer clothes proclaimed him as Eric Stephens, Captain and Shooting Guard of Bentley Academy.
Eric Stephen's solitary game had been a nightly ritual as long as he could remember. He had played through pouring rain, hailing ice, and mounting inches of snow. It wasn't that he needed the practice for it, he was already pitching in for Rugby, Football, Soccer and a little bit of Boxing too. He was exceptionally well at Basketball. He had grown so accustomed to feeling of the ball and the 'swish' like sound whenever his ball fell through the net in just that perfect arch.
Today he was slightly angered and as he bounced around the court, the ball wasn't dribbled as lightly as it was done before. It was bounced roughly in a manner of irritant behavior. They had lost their previous match and the team took it pretty hard. It was a tie-breaker match. They needed that win but it fell through as a loss. Pursing his lips, Eric gave the ball one last bounce and paused bending over to catch his breath.
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