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waited until she came down the hall and fell in behind her. He tweaked a sprig of her hair.
She turned to him with a smile. The look in his eyes was intense, to say the least. The O rb tingled, or was it her stomach?
Mercy enjoyed her classes, and even in gym class she found herself grinning. She ignored the sneers from Lindy and her gang and managed to sink the basketball in the hoop a couple of times in spite of he r general lack of coordination.
Then it dawned on her. She took a deep breath and bounced the ball once, twice, gathered her intent and focused on the hoop. Go inside there. Go! She thrust the ball upward and saw it arc toward the basket. She held her breath as it descended through the hoop without even touching the sides. Airball!!!
She glanced around, but the only person to notice her feat was Kelli . She gave her a thumbs up and bounced the ball back to her. Mercy gathered her intent and refocused on the hoop. The ball sailed through the air and through the hoop again. A little clutch of joy in her core was the only sign that she had just accomplished something big …Well, something big for her.
“Great job, Young ,” her coach called.
Mercy nodded at her and acknowledged that it felt good to do something right in gym class for a change. Just for good measure, she made another basket. Coach looked at her quizzically as though wondering how one of her less talented students had suddenly managed three air balls in a row.
“Way to go,” Kelli said. “Have you been practicing, or what?”
A twinge of guilt shot through her. “Yeah, a little.” Although what she had been practicing had definitely not been basketball.
After classes, she went to her locker and filled her backpack with the books she would need to complete her homework assignments. She was thinking about her schoolwork when Lindy bumped into the locker, purposely swinging the metal door into her. The pain resonated up from the point of impact, her elbow, to her shoulder. She yelled out and then glared at Lindy, who was snickering with Becca and Amy.
A little seed of anger glowed at Mercy’s core and she felt the orb’s tingle. She focused her intent on Lindy, who fell back as though she had been shoved hard. She slid on her butt to slam into the lockers on the opposite side of the hall. She sat with he r mouth open, staring at Mercy.
The other students stopped milling around and gazed at the spectacle. No one spoke…o r moved…or breathed.
Greg moved toward her, glancing down at Lindy. “That was some rebound, Lindy. You should watch where you’re going.” He put his hand on Mercy’s arm. “ Are you okay, Mercy ? ”
Lindy turned bright red. She closed her mouth with a snap and scrambled to her feet. Amy and Becca clustered around her, making comforting noises.
Mercy released the breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding. Somehow Greg had managed to take the conflict out of the situation. She’d had the feeling that, without his presence, Lindy wou ld have been ready for a fight.
Greg took her backpack and slung it over his shoulder to join his own. He walked with her out to the gate while Kelli and Felici ty pulled the car around. T hey stood together waiting for her ride . He talk ed about the baseball game coming up on Satur day afternoon, but didn’t mention the dance on Friday night .
“Are you coming to the game?” he asked.
She du cked her head. “I…I don’t know.”
He chuckled. “Let me put it this way, I would like it if you were there.”
She took a deep breath and searched for a way to express herself that didn’t sound totally lame. “I’m not sure that my grandmother will be able to drive me…I mean, she might have plans.”
“It’s not because you hate baseball or anything?” He grinned at her discomfort. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to suffer through something you can't stand .”
A warm feeling swirled through her gut. “No, I don’t hate baseball and I’d love to see
She turned to him with a smile. The look in his eyes was intense, to say the least. The O rb tingled, or was it her stomach?
Mercy enjoyed her classes, and even in gym class she found herself grinning. She ignored the sneers from Lindy and her gang and managed to sink the basketball in the hoop a couple of times in spite of he r general lack of coordination.
Then it dawned on her. She took a deep breath and bounced the ball once, twice, gathered her intent and focused on the hoop. Go inside there. Go! She thrust the ball upward and saw it arc toward the basket. She held her breath as it descended through the hoop without even touching the sides. Airball!!!
She glanced around, but the only person to notice her feat was Kelli . She gave her a thumbs up and bounced the ball back to her. Mercy gathered her intent and refocused on the hoop. The ball sailed through the air and through the hoop again. A little clutch of joy in her core was the only sign that she had just accomplished something big …Well, something big for her.
“Great job, Young ,” her coach called.
Mercy nodded at her and acknowledged that it felt good to do something right in gym class for a change. Just for good measure, she made another basket. Coach looked at her quizzically as though wondering how one of her less talented students had suddenly managed three air balls in a row.
“Way to go,” Kelli said. “Have you been practicing, or what?”
A twinge of guilt shot through her. “Yeah, a little.” Although what she had been practicing had definitely not been basketball.
After classes, she went to her locker and filled her backpack with the books she would need to complete her homework assignments. She was thinking about her schoolwork when Lindy bumped into the locker, purposely swinging the metal door into her. The pain resonated up from the point of impact, her elbow, to her shoulder. She yelled out and then glared at Lindy, who was snickering with Becca and Amy.
A little seed of anger glowed at Mercy’s core and she felt the orb’s tingle. She focused her intent on Lindy, who fell back as though she had been shoved hard. She slid on her butt to slam into the lockers on the opposite side of the hall. She sat with he r mouth open, staring at Mercy.
The other students stopped milling around and gazed at the spectacle. No one spoke…o r moved…or breathed.
Greg moved toward her, glancing down at Lindy. “That was some rebound, Lindy. You should watch where you’re going.” He put his hand on Mercy’s arm. “ Are you okay, Mercy ? ”
Lindy turned bright red. She closed her mouth with a snap and scrambled to her feet. Amy and Becca clustered around her, making comforting noises.
Mercy released the breath she didn’t even know she’d been holding. Somehow Greg had managed to take the conflict out of the situation. She’d had the feeling that, without his presence, Lindy wou ld have been ready for a fight.
Greg took her backpack and slung it over his shoulder to join his own. He walked with her out to the gate while Kelli and Felici ty pulled the car around. T hey stood together waiting for her ride . He talk ed about the baseball game coming up on Satur day afternoon, but didn’t mention the dance on Friday night .
“Are you coming to the game?” he asked.
She du cked her head. “I…I don’t know.”
He chuckled. “Let me put it this way, I would like it if you were there.”
She took a deep breath and searched for a way to express herself that didn’t sound totally lame. “I’m not sure that my grandmother will be able to drive me…I mean, she might have plans.”
“It’s not because you hate baseball or anything?” He grinned at her discomfort. “I mean, I wouldn’t want you to suffer through something you can't stand .”
A warm feeling swirled through her gut. “No, I don’t hate baseball and I’d love to see
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