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Show "Aren't you a freshman?" "Yes." "Well you know there are hardly any freshman who make the team." "I know, but I'd still like to try out." "Well, if you want to waste an afternoon, that's your business." As Carol Ann bent over to pull up her thick sweat socks, Kim felt like butting the bull. But she went instead to her locker without saying anything further to Carol Ann. She changed into her cut-offs and sweat shirt. Inside the basketball court, she stood for a moment on the sidelines, hoping none of the upperclassmen besides Carol Ann would recognize her as a freshman. The red velvet curtains were pulled across the stage. The court was filled with girls dribbling balls and shooting. In addition to herself, Kim spotted four other freshmen. Pilar was practicing on the south basket. Deliberately, Kim chose to practice on the opposite basket. Fortunately, Miss Fites had not yet arrived, so Kim had an chance to warm up on one of the backboards. She counted twenty-seven girls in the gym. Not all were as serious as she was. Some were playing toss and giggle basketball, throwing wild shots up at the basket, then 80 |
