Post by DEVIN SHIELDS on May 25, 2009 17:29:21 GMT -5
One of the good things about coming to this school after living on the street for so long was that Devin could finally start playing basketball again. He may not look like it but Dev loved playing basketball, it made him feel so free. He was strong and fast, over all a good player and he missed playing at school. His skills had eroded a bit but since he had got to the school a week ago he had been playing every day.
It was early morning, probably around six when Dev could be seen walking towards the building that housed the gymnasium. It was a cold morning but he was wearing a pair of dark blue very short cloth shorts, a blue shirt and black running shoes. Living in New York City on the streets, he didn't really notice the cold much as it had become so much a part of his life. Sure his body knew it was cold from the way you could see his breath in the air but he barely even noticed it.
Devin didn't take long to arrive at the gym where he immediately grabbed a basketball. The young man didn't even bother to tie his long hair back as he started shooting hoops. He didn't get many in, not even nearly as many as he used to be able to. Dev was disappointed at how much his skill had died but he was determined to get it back up to it's usual level. Basketball used to mean so much to him with track as second and soccer as third. He thought of basketball as a symbol of how much his life had gotten off track. But if he got his skill back up, he could do better in life again.
After a while a shooting hoops Devin stopped for a few minutes to catch his breath and drink some water. He felt so free, so calm, so relaxed while playing. There was a happy smile spread across his face as he simply dribbled the ball, once in a while making a shot. He felt happy and at peace. There was only one more thing that would make his life good again - friends. He used to be such an open person and used to have so many friends. Maybe that could happen again here? It may take a little while though, he still couldn't trust people entirely after what had happened with his father. He may not ever be able to trust people fully again.
It was early morning, probably around six when Dev could be seen walking towards the building that housed the gymnasium. It was a cold morning but he was wearing a pair of dark blue very short cloth shorts, a blue shirt and black running shoes. Living in New York City on the streets, he didn't really notice the cold much as it had become so much a part of his life. Sure his body knew it was cold from the way you could see his breath in the air but he barely even noticed it.
Devin didn't take long to arrive at the gym where he immediately grabbed a basketball. The young man didn't even bother to tie his long hair back as he started shooting hoops. He didn't get many in, not even nearly as many as he used to be able to. Dev was disappointed at how much his skill had died but he was determined to get it back up to it's usual level. Basketball used to mean so much to him with track as second and soccer as third. He thought of basketball as a symbol of how much his life had gotten off track. But if he got his skill back up, he could do better in life again.
After a while a shooting hoops Devin stopped for a few minutes to catch his breath and drink some water. He felt so free, so calm, so relaxed while playing. There was a happy smile spread across his face as he simply dribbled the ball, once in a while making a shot. He felt happy and at peace. There was only one more thing that would make his life good again - friends. He used to be such an open person and used to have so many friends. Maybe that could happen again here? It may take a little while though, he still couldn't trust people entirely after what had happened with his father. He may not ever be able to trust people fully again.
