A girl on a stage, about to perform. She puts the microphone to her mouth. Suddenly, bullets start shooting through the building's wide windows. All of this happening in the pages of her notebook. She wrote a bit, then erased, then doodled a bit then went back to writing. "Hey", he snapped at her. She looked up to see her coach staring at her with the whole team behind him. "We're about to start, put that down", she quickly stuffed the blue notebook into her backpack. "Next time this happens I'll make you run", she nodded with a blank stare on her face and stood up from the bleachers. "Won't happen again sir", she said as loudly as she could.
"Ok, line up on the baseline. Lunges, from there and back, and remember, speed is not the key". She ran to the corner of the line, away from the other girl. She was a really shy girl, quiet for a basketball player. While warming up, some of the girls would whisper to each other, giggle a bit, but stayed strong the whole time.
Ten minutes had passed, practice was two hours long, and they all felt tired already. "Line up on the baseline again, we're doing layups. Run to the other side of the court and shoot one, you miss it, you run. Understand", Coach Andy was a pretty tough coach, but as a teacher,...