𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 ✔

Chapter 8. ♠

Emmanuella POV

I can't believe I didn't make the team...

I didn't make the basket ball team...

And I was this close, I mean, I know I'm not a basketball guru but come on, how hard could it be to make a basket, or is it a dunk, oh I don't know what its called!! And it doesn't help that the guys made their team except me. I really feel like the black sheep right now, sitting alone on the benchers with Ebuka as I watched them practice with teary eyes.

Ebuka noticed my change of mood and came close, to comfort me. This isn't my first time trying something new, its just the first time I've failed horribly, in the most humiliating way.

...

Emma, you are not throwing the ball right.

Emma, your grip on the ball is not firm enough.

Emma, you have to keep the ball away from your body once the game is on.

Emma, you are not putting enough into this.

Emma, focus on the ball and the net, its all that matters.

Emma this, Emma that, Emma this, Emma that, yet I still couldn't make one single dunk. Instead, I end up flat on my face while the rest who were trying out were making fun of me. its not like they were much better than me.

At the end of the day, I was rejected by Mr Abayomi, our basketball teacher/coach and to make it worse, Victoria recorded whole ordeal on her phone.

Mr Abayomi :I am sorry Emmanuella, but I don't think you are cut out to be a basketball player. I have tried everything in my power, but it seem you're unteachable.

Me: No, Mr Abayomi don't give up on me like that. You said you taught my father everything he knew about basketball, I'm sure you can--

Mr Abayomi : yes I did but this is different, you're not exactly your father, there is a different here.

Me:so what? you are just going to let me off the hook and give up.

Mr Abayomi: not exactly... there Is an opening on the cheer leading squard---"

Me: forget it, thanks for trying.

With that, I walked out of the basketball court only to hear Vitoria and her friends' loud whispers as they talked about me. It was even more awful when she said

"Ohh poor thing, now she is never going to be on the team.. tsh tsh, too bad, her science skills are all she has"

I was going to confront her and tell her off but a tiny part of me told me to ignore her, since she was out to make me jealous of her basketball skills. I ignored her, and continued the long walk of shame to my class, packed my things and went to the school gate to wait for the drivers.