Diary scars (unofficially 'will you be my diary?' )

chapter 13

Morgen and I were walking from my house to the park in conversation, I was surprised he hadn't brought up the topic of what I had unleashed upon everyone in the school cafeteria, I mean everyone was silent and hadn't talked to me about it, they always tried to change the topic when Megan brought it up, even though I knew everyone was itching to find out the whole truth.

Morgen turned to face me with a weird look on his face. I laughed.

"So you mean to tell me that you put the cereal in the bowl before you put the milk in? Who are you? I mean, everyone I know, including myself, puts the milk in first." Morgen said. I rolled my eyes.

"I'm different from most people, I'm 'special'" I said in mock quote. Morgen just laughed, and when I say laughed, I mean he tripped over a crack in the path and face planted, then acted dead. I knew he was joking, so I kept walking, leaving him lying on the middle of the path.

"Wait!!! Kimmy, wait for me." Morgen bellowed out. He jumped up off the ground and ran towards me, his hands latching onto my shoulders to stop me from moving. I halted my pursuit to the park and turned to face him.

"Done playing dead?" I asked in monotone before a smile crept up onto my face. He let go of my shoulders when a small kid about the age of nine rushed through our arms causing us to break apart.

"Sorry!" The kid yelled as he kept on running. I smiled, it was unusual to see kids as young as him running around in the public areas. We carried on walking towards the park, and saw it almost completely deserted. I held the basketball under my arm as we walked onto the court. We sat down on the court.

"So, I'm sorry, but I have to ask, what happened to your shoulder?" Morgen asked me after letting out a sigh. He had a sympathetic look on his face.

"Sorry, it's just so I know how far to push you." Morgen said, I nodded, I understood.

"My dad smashed a beer bottle on the stair rail, then walked up to me, I couldn't do anything because I was laying half paralysed on the stairs. He hovered over me, smiled and stabbed the jagged side of the beer bottle into my shoulder." I said in a distant voice. His breathing turned shallow and his jaw clenched.

"Before you ask, it happened about a month ago. Before my mum died obviously." I said. Morgen stood up and offered a hand. I grabbed it and pulled myself up.

"Well lets start off by doing some basic warm-ups to evaluate how good your arm is and what we need to focus on." Morgen added. I nodded. Well that sounded easy enough.

Morgen walked over to me and took the ball, his fingers grazed over mine and sent chills through me.

"I'll demonstrate what you have to do." was all he said before he took the ball and dribbled through imaginary cones. Once he was at the end, he shot the ball into the hoop. I watched as it circled the ring before dropping through and landing in Morgen's hand.

"Now you try." I grabbed the ball and started dribbling through the cones I set out in my mind. Easy. I came up to the hoop and jumped, reaching out my arm and slamming the ball through the hoop. I ran back to Morgen.

"And you said you need training." he said dryly. I smiled.

"I need to strengthen my arm." I commented. He rolled his eyes.

"Well, maybe we can try and do some throwing exercises."

"Like throwing up the ball and catching it behind your head. Then move on to throwing the ball up and catching it on your back. Sound good?" Morgen asked me as I threw him the ball to demonstrate. He threw up the ball and easily caught it behind his head. He demonstrated a few times before he passed the ball over. I grabbed it and gave it a try.