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I waas thinkin that :3
Wuttabout Brady, get yo pass?
"Sorry I'm late," He said, quickly apologizing to her, he ran a hand through his dark and short hair, smiling awkwardly, "I had to break up a fight between two frats," He said, looking from her to the kids after he pushed up to the front with her, he could easily pick out the kids who he was supposed to try and peak interest in, the ones who looks completely bored. He heard the sigh leave Mia, and raised an eye-brow, wondering what she was sighing over, "Nice to meet ya, Mia," He said as he caught up with her to lead them towards the main gym they had.
A few of the kids who're previously bored seemed to be interested in the gym they had, and Brady walked backwards, leading them into the gym as Mia hadn't done yet, "Mia's right, only our teams are allowed in here, it's a pretty cool gym," He said to them, "Our entire gym's based off the size of the basketball court, key's and everything's accurate to even the NBA standards, and that's pretty hard and expensive to do," He added, looking around he saw one of the basketball's the team's left lying around, "Which one of you are gonna be coming here to play with us next year?" He asked, a few students raised their hands, "Come play a quick pick-up then," He said, "Some street ball," He grinned.
A few of the kids who're previously bored seemed to be interested in the gym they had, and Brady walked backwards, leading them into the gym as Mia hadn't done yet, "Mia's right, only our teams are allowed in here, it's a pretty cool gym," He said to them, "Our entire gym's based off the size of the basketball court, key's and everything's accurate to even the NBA standards, and that's pretty hard and expensive to do," He added, looking around he saw one of the basketball's the team's left lying around, "Which one of you are gonna be coming here to play with us next year?" He asked, a few students raised their hands, "Come play a quick pick-up then," He said, "Some street ball," He grinned.
Yea! She's totally fine :)
As Brady walked into the main office of the school. his counselor was there waiting for him. He rolled his eyes to himself as she, and him walked into an office to talk to each other for about fifteen minutes. Brady tried to tell her that he'd be fine without a tutor, and even if he needed one, he'd look for one himself. She insisted that he needed one though, adamant as well that he'd only pick a tutor that'd afford him laziness. She told him about this student she had out giving new students for next year a tour of the campus, "She's gonna be your tutor," She said, "You are also being volunteered to help her show off the campus," She added to him.
"Wait.. What? Why?!" Brady protested, wanting to be able to mess around with his buddies before class, instead of showing around some kids the campus. "She's got a few prospects for your team walking around with her too, maybe you could impress them enough to get them to come here as well," She said to him. "Ughh, fine," Brady said, letting the counselor win, just so he could get out of the stuffed up office. As he picked up the bag, she told him they were just starting in the reception area, and would be moving through towards the gym they had on the main campus. He nodded, and went searching for the group
It took him a few moments, but he finally found 'em ,"Hey, hold up!" He called out to the group, mainly to the punkish looking girl who was leading them.
"Wait.. What? Why?!" Brady protested, wanting to be able to mess around with his buddies before class, instead of showing around some kids the campus. "She's got a few prospects for your team walking around with her too, maybe you could impress them enough to get them to come here as well," She said to him. "Ughh, fine," Brady said, letting the counselor win, just so he could get out of the stuffed up office. As he picked up the bag, she told him they were just starting in the reception area, and would be moving through towards the gym they had on the main campus. He nodded, and went searching for the group
It took him a few moments, but he finally found 'em ,"Hey, hold up!" He called out to the group, mainly to the punkish looking girl who was leading them.
I thought I was :D
Brady, the University of New York's newest point guard for their basketball team was fresh to the idea of freedom since he has barely been out of high-school, and his parents tight grasp around him. Life had been hitting him with all it's freedoms, and he had indulged in it the entire time, letting his grades and school itself fall into the back-seat, living off the high believing that he'd grow into a professional basketball player, and compete with everyone in the NBA, including DeRozan, and several others he was aspiring to try and be like. He soon found out though that life has an interesting way of catching up to you.
He woke up late on the Thursday, a voice-mail on his phone from his guidance counselor at school. He made a groggled, and tired sounds, incoherent with what was probably a 'What now?'but all that left him was his morning tiredness. After listening to the voice-mail, he had to stop himself from throwing his phone across the room in anguish, and instead dropped it to his bed. He used almost every word in the bad dictionary he could before finally getting up. He had to find a tutor by the end of the day, and turn his grades around by the end of the semester; or else.
Or else to him was always a middle-ground, sometimes you could get away with it, or you'd actually get burned. The air of confidence he'd had around him was still there, but a little bit deflated now, especially that the school was seriously considering axing him, and while he showered, he repeatedly thought of tutors he'd heard around of at school, there as only a few he could think of, and most of them were people he didn't mix well with, un-fun people who when they tried to teach him, would probably have a easier time hurting him physically then teaching him some philosophy.
Hopping out of the shower, dressing and throwing on his clothes for the day, Brady was quickly leaving his dormitory, and heading back onto the school's campus to begin hunting for that one tutor his friend's had told him about, the one he hadn't tried, and even a few people recommended he try them out, perhaps they'd actually help him.
He woke up late on the Thursday, a voice-mail on his phone from his guidance counselor at school. He made a groggled, and tired sounds, incoherent with what was probably a 'What now?'but all that left him was his morning tiredness. After listening to the voice-mail, he had to stop himself from throwing his phone across the room in anguish, and instead dropped it to his bed. He used almost every word in the bad dictionary he could before finally getting up. He had to find a tutor by the end of the day, and turn his grades around by the end of the semester; or else.
Or else to him was always a middle-ground, sometimes you could get away with it, or you'd actually get burned. The air of confidence he'd had around him was still there, but a little bit deflated now, especially that the school was seriously considering axing him, and while he showered, he repeatedly thought of tutors he'd heard around of at school, there as only a few he could think of, and most of them were people he didn't mix well with, un-fun people who when they tried to teach him, would probably have a easier time hurting him physically then teaching him some philosophy.
Hopping out of the shower, dressing and throwing on his clothes for the day, Brady was quickly leaving his dormitory, and heading back onto the school's campus to begin hunting for that one tutor his friend's had told him about, the one he hadn't tried, and even a few people recommended he try them out, perhaps they'd actually help him.
First OOC post? I'm gonna figure this out quick >.>
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