The game was amazing. The score was 20-5, and our team won. Once Ryker got done talking with people, he went and changed out of his basketball clothes, into some regular ones. On the way out the door, there were more people to talk to. Once we finally got out of that mess, we hopped into Ryker's red ford truck.
"That was a great game, hon." I say to him, trying not to sound too tired.
"Thanks, and thanks for coming, too."
"Of course! Why would I miss it??"
"I don't know I just feel like these days we've been falling apart."
"What?! Never! Ryker, your my one and only, so don't ever feel like that."
ВЫ ЧИТАЕТЕ
The Basketball Champ (Completed)
Подростковая литератураMy name is September I'm sixteen years old. I'm not your average everyday do this do that kinda girl. I'm a sport freak. Every other girl in my school is girly and does either drill team or cheerleading. Not me I like a different kind of sport...
