Old Habits Die Hard
Here's the third chapter. I hope you all enjoy this. Also, don't forget to comment as much as you want.
Jasmine's POV
I woke up to the ear killing sound of my alarm clock. Why did I ever get it in the first place, Oh wait!! I didn't. Dad was the one that got me it.
And that all started by one simple question.....
*Flashback*
I was watching TV minding my own business when suddenly dad came out of nowhere with a dedicated and serious look in his eyes and said, "Jasmine, as you know, your basketball career is growing by the second, and so is your reputation. This means that you have to live up to those reputations by killing it on the court. And as you know, practice makes perfect" I just looked at him with a confused look. I tilted my head and asked him in a slow and careful manner" Where are you going with this? " He lowered his head and then his face expression changed to one with complete seriousness. And while doing that he asked me one simple question," How dedicated are you to basketball? " I looked at him with a serious manner and said" I am 100% dedicated to basketball and will do whatever it takes to be the best. " He then raised his head and lifted his eyebrow" Is that so? " I just nodded my head once and looked at him dead in the eye. His face then changed immediately to one of joy and excitement"Well then that means that you'll have to do what none of your opponents do and that's wake up at 4:30 in the morning and work on your basketball skills for 3 and a half hours straight for the rest of your life everyday until you graduate to college! The first three months will be hard but I assure you that the after that, everything will be a peice of cake!" I didn't even have time to react when he pulled an alarm clock out of nowhere, shoved it into my hands, and said," Now set the alarm clock to 4:30am, it's going to be a fun and exciting morning tomorrow. Oh and I suggest you get all the rest you need because trust me you'll need every ounce of energy you have for tomorrow morning . I love you, byeee" and with that he left my room closing the door.
*End of Flashback*
I still haven't gotten used to getting up that early, I mean, it's just inhumane. But I should have known that being the captain of a very successful basketball team came with a lot of responsibilities and actions.
But right now, my mission is to find a way to get out of this bed without falling on my face and then sleeping on the floor, trust me it's happened several times in the past.
When I was finally able to complete this 'quest' after several tries I got ready for the wonderful morning that was to come
Please note the sarcasm
Like every morning, I had to get the water ready and pack up everything we need, like the towels, extra clothing to change into after the work out, and of course pack the basketball.
A numerous amount of basketballs that would practically take ages to count.
Why would you need so many? You ask.
Well, I have the same exact question but am way too afraid to know the answer.
Right when I finished getting everything ready I saw my dad at the door acting as if he had a watch and was checking the time.
"You know, you wouldn't have to wait for me if you, I don't know, actually helped me get everything ready. That would be really helpful you know."
He then looked at me and replied by saying "It keeps you awake"
I had no response to that because of the fact of it bring 100% true. I just nodded by head towards the door as if saying'yeah yeah,ok,why don't we just get this over with'
And the only response I got in return was laughter.
Which then of course led to me laughing
Which then of course led to my mom screaming" Would you two just go practice basketball or something!! There are people actually trying to sleep!! "
We then immediately left the house after putting on our coats and got to the car. I know that on the outside we may look very serious and dedicated to bring the best at everything, but the truth is that me and my dad love to have fun while doing so.
We randomly try to guess the songs that pop up in the radio like any other family.
"You've got a hold of me, don'-"
"Oh! Oh! Mercy by Shawn Mendez! " I screamed of the top of my lungs with a victorious smile in the end.
" I was just about to say that!" said my dad still steering the wheel with a look of defeat on his face.
"So that's 3-4 with me winning." I said with a look of joy getting ready to hear the next song.
"I never put my love out on the lin-"
"Heart Attack by Demi Lovato!" said my dad(😑) with his fist pumped up in the air.
"Dad, look at the road and please steer with two hands not one." I said slumping down in my seat holding on to anything I could.
I suddenly felt unsafe in this car.
"U-Uh, Dad? When are we gonna get to the gym?" I said looking directly at the road with a look of minor terror.
"Very soon,why do you ask cupcake?"
"N-No reason whatsoever." I said trying to act it cool. It was usually really easy to do at school but when it comes with my dad, let's just say I'm not really good at it.
"Hey, We're here" said my dad plainly getting out of the car.
"Thank the Lord!! " I whisper-shouted literally running out of the car.
I was on the brink of falling to my knees and kissing the floor screaming "I'm alive, I'm alive!"
But of course I didn't do that because of the fact of there being people watching.
The first thing we do when we enter the gym is go into separate locker rooms.
The female and male locker rooms.
I bet you can guess who's going to go in which.
So when I enter my locker room I just lock up all my stuff and take out all the basketballs. I'm surprised I could carry so many at the same time. I also had to take out all the water bottles.
And the password that I always use to lock up my items is 8205, I don't know why but that always stuck with me for some reason.
After I got out of the locker room I was went strait to the basketball court.
The moment I entered the court I felt a surge of energy immediately course through my body.
This always happens when I'm greeted with the presence of my old friend, basketball itself.
I then grabbed all the basketballs and aligned them in a strait line.
At the moment I only needed two to be able to practice my shooting form.
You see, I have this strange habit of slightly spreading my legs every time I shoot the ball. You could say like a scissor kick.
This qwould always make my ball go a little bit to the left or right and totally miss the hoop after I shoot it.
I've been trying to be away from this habit buy as you all know, habits die hard.
After about 20 shots my dad finally entered the gym.
He told me he wanted to see my form and what could be improved.
After I demonstrated him how I shot he sighed and face palmed.
"Those legs. I swear one day I'm gonna tape them together and make sure they stay together" he said for about the 50th time in my life.
"Hey, look, I'm trying, ok? I've for some reason always done it that way. It just does it by itself." I responded holding my hands in front of me in defense.
"Why did you start doing it that way? " asked my dad in a look of confusion and curiousness(yeah that's a word).
"I think it began the day my old coach told me to do it that way when I was little. I thought she was right so I stuck it to my memory every day and thought I was shooting the right way. I also never able to get it out of my head after that" was the answer I have my dad.
He just looked annoyed " I never really liked that old coach. He would always question my coaching methods until he finally decided to retire. I shouldn't have let him coach in the first place."
"Dad, it's fine, I'll get over my habit, I promise. At least I'll try my best. Right? "I asked.
" Yeah, yeah, you're right. Like always.
Said my dad with a smile.
"Now, TEN LAPS AROUND THE COURT. GO, GO, GO!! AND AFTER THAT I WANT TO SEE TWENTY LAYUPS STARTING FROM HALF COURSE FROM BOTH SIDES!!! "
I just smiled in response and started my ten laps.
At least he's back to normal now.
And there's your third chapter. I hope you all liked it. Don't forget to comment and vote! If you have any suggestions feel free to ask
Alexa out✌️
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