The Ballers of Rockport High
I knew I’d ruffle feathers, but the day I walked into Rockport High, I had no idea the cheap shots that were to follow.
You see, the Ballers and I have a history. They play basketball. I play basketball. But they hate that I play basketball as good as them. And the only thing they hate more than that, is me.
That’s right. I’m a girl, and I. Can. Play. Make no mistake about it.
The Ballers can do their worst, but I will earn a spot on the RHS boys’ team. This is my last resort to make a name for myself, and I can’t let them interfere—even if the so-called kings of the school have declared war against me.