每日写作

NOTE

If you are reading this diary, you need to know 5 things.

1. Mom and Dad gave me this as a bck to school gift. It took me a month to start writing, but here I go!

2. You're about to learn a ton of cool basketball moves. Basketball is the best sport ever, and I've been playing it since second grade. I love it morn than double chocolate fudge ice cream. Yeah, that much.

3. I miss my best friend, Marry Ann, but nothing will stop me from winning her back.

4. Mom, I know this is you. Please stop reading.

5. Mom, since you're probable still reading, could you pick up double chocolate fudge ice cream at the store?

Chapter 1

Monday, October 3

I need the first thing I written in this journal to be about shomething that happened today that first made me feel as good as red velvet cake but then ended up making me fell like mud cake on my shoes.

See, I was at recess, walking by the basketball court, when I heared this boy say, "You guys don't get it. I'm without a doubt that the best basketball player at our school. I can beat anybody anytime in any shot.

I stopped short. I forded my arms and couldn't help but stare at the kid. When the boy looked at me, his face turned the color of marinara sauce. "What are you looking at?" he said.

"It's just that..." I walked over to the court and flipped my hair. "How do you know you're the best basketball player at Nottingham Elementary if you haven't played everyone?"

The two boys next to Marinara looked at me like my hair was made of pasta. One kid is tall and skinny like a breadstick. The other looked like a ravioli.

I wondered if they were still hungry from lunch like me.

"Who is she?" asked Marinara, jabbing a thumb at me.

"I have no idea," said Ravioli.

"I think she's in Ms. Gaffey's class," said Breadstick.

"I'm Robin Loxley," I said "And I challenged you to a basketball duel."

Marinara shrugged his shoulders. "Never heard of you, but I'll beat you at any shot."

I poined to the three-point line. "First shot is from there, whith one hand behind your back, standing on one foot, and one eye closed."

"No way," said Ravioli.

"That's impossible," said Breadstick.

"You're on," said Marinara.

I stepped up to the half circle pained on the blacktop and put my hood up. "I'll go first."

Marinara passed me the ball. It was showtime. I nailed the shout just like this:

It was a pretty cool shot. But they didn't seem to think so. Noneof the boys went “Woot-woot!” or “Yowza!" or other noises cartooncharacters make.

Marinara Walked up to my spot, and I got out of his way. Breadstick passed him the ball. Marinara Driblled it a couple of times. He passed it through his legs. The he put his left hand behind his back, closed his right eye, stood on one foot, and stuck his tongue out. Right at me, He launched the ball into the air like a catapult.

I held my breath while it wentlike this:

I waited again for the other kids to rush over and put me on their shoulders. I waited for Marinara to come over and say, "I'm so sorry, Basketball Goddess. You are the queen of these courts!" I waited to even get a high-five or a first bump.

But...Yeah. That didn't happen.

"You cheated!" yelled Marinara. "I don't know how, but you cheated."

Now if he'd said, "Whatever, I'm bad at losing, and I don't wanna see your face anymore," at least that would have been honest. I would have just walked away.

But...Yeah. That definitely didn't happen.

Because nobody calls me a cheater.

"You saw me throw the ball, and it went in," I said. I walked over to the grass and picked up the basketball. "Take it back!" I daid.

"No! And give us our ball!" Marinara yelled.

Okay, before I draw what happens next, I want to also write that I didn't mean for it to go down the way it did. Sometimes I get a little fired up when something isn't fair. I knew the right thing to do was take a long breath and walk away.

But...Yeah. You guessed it. The right thing didn't happen.

Chapter 2.

Now Marinara's face wasn't red from being angry. It was red because I made his nose bleed.

"AGHH!" he yelled.

I pulled back my hood. I felt horrible. "Hey, I am really sorry," I said. I may have been mad, but I didn't mean to hurt the kid.

"Aaron! You okay, dude?" asked Breadstick.

Aaron wiped his tears with his hands. Then he used his sleeve to clean the blood from his nose.

"I'm fine," he said.

"I didn't mean to--" I started to say.

Then all of three turned and stared at me with eyes that said, "Get off our court now!"

"GET OFF OUR COURT NOW!" yelled Aaron.

At first my fedd just wouldn't move. But when Aarton headed toward me, I found my legs and made my way back to schoool.

"I better never see you on this court again or there'll be trouble!" said Aaron.

My walk of shamed led me across the playground and past the jungle gym. Well, I tried to walk past it, but there was a swirly line of kids in the way, waiting to climb up to the steps. At the top was Nadia. She's a girl in my class who like to boss around and kid who will tell her.

Nadia saw me from the top of the jungle gym. "Hey! no line jumpers, Robin," she said. "I'll charge you six times the price if you try to cut to the front."