this boy.

he sat there, staring at the cold hard concrete. it was dark, and smelled muggy. the fog was slowly thickening and there wasn't much time left before everything dissapeared in it. with the basketball beside him, he procrastinated. sure, he could touch rim, but could he dunk? thoughts rushing through his mind, and his palms getting sweaty he decided just to try it. if it didn't happen, then no one was there to see him right? right. as he rose up from the bench, and grabbed the ball, a sudden boost of confidence drove straight through him. not afraid anymore, he approached the hoop and went for it. driving down the concrete towards the hoop he sprung up, and slammed down with the basketball.

swish, swish.