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Learning Phillip - Prologue. Prologue
The sun was bright outside. It was one of those hot days, when you can’t go outside because if you do, you’ll get overwhelmed by the heat. It was December, and in this part of the Southern Hemisphere that means almost tropical days all week long. Today was no exception.
The school year had just ended, that meant we had three months to lay down and do nothing, at least academically, that is.
I was on the basketball team that year, so my activities related to school hadn’t ended yet. We were about to have our final game against the Seminary Institute, both of us aspiring to end in third place ranking.
I finished my breakfast, which consisted of a giant bowl full of fruits, and got ready for the final game. After that I called Nick, the guy from the team who lived a couple of blocks away from my house that had agreed to take me to the game, and told him that I was ready to go.
We arrived at the court a half an hour before the start of the game, right at the time when we had been cited. Everybody was in there, from our new back ups, to Blas, John and Sam that were the others on the roster.
As we were sitting on the bench waiting for the game to start, I glanced over back to my team. I was familiar with the guys, but I wasn’t best friends with them.
My closest friends didn’t like playing basketball, they all preferred soccer, swimming, surfing or studying. I didn’t blame them, I think that everybody can choose what they prefer as long as they let other people choose the same way. I hope they think like me, because when it comes to other tastes I can be what many people think is weird, the one who doesn’t like girls.
Going back to our team, there were a couple new guys that were back-up players, but I wasn't sure what their names were--Phil and Nate or something. Neither one of them was much to look at, tall, lanky, and plain as they hunched on the other end of the bench. Now that guy over there on Seminary, with the blond hair--he was something to look at. I tamped down my roving eyes as the coach called us up to go on the court. Time to focus, Frank.
After a while the match started. It was a very dynamic match, we were very even and both teams could have perfectly won. Unfortunately for us, Seminary did.
Despite that, I’m happy. Holidays have just started, three whole months before class starts again, here we go!
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