Ambushed by Jill Williamson

Author:Jill Williamson [Williamson, Jill]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jill Williamson
Published: 2014-03-09T16:00:00+00:00

REPORT NUMBER: 7

REPORT TITLE: I Apply Gabe’s Three Rs to My Life and Come Up Short

SUBMITTED BY: Agent-in-Training Spencer Garmond

LOCATION: Harris Hall, The Barn, Pilot Point Christian School, Pilot Point, California, USA

DATE AND TIME: Wednesday, February 8, 5:53 a.m.

GRANDMA DROVE ME TO SCHOOL on Wednesday. Since I got my permit, she usually let me drive when we went places. Now that I’d hurt my leg—and even though it was my left leg and Grandma’s Lincoln was an automatic—she probably wouldn’t let me drive for a year.

Morning League went by without too much horror. Everyone asked how I was, but other than that, no one said a thing. I knew they all thought my basketball dreams were over. But these people so didn’t know me at all.

I could still do this thing.

The rest of the school wasn’t so tactful. The moment I crutched my way into the junior hallway, I was mobbed by “concerned friends.” I used quotes there because none of these people really looked concerned for my health. The ones who didn’t really know me looked more like rubbernecks seeing an accident on the freeway. The others were hangers-on who were worried that their might-be-famous-someday athlete friend had lost his chance.

Trella the Troll gaped at my leg. “Oh my gosh! What happened?”

“No. No!” This from Desh, his bulldog-like face scrunched up more than usual. “What have you done?”

“Please say this is a joke,” Mike said.

“I’ll be fine,” I told them.

“But he’s out for the season,” Kip said, appearing on my left with Megan glued to his side.

“Says who?” Desh asked.

“Says a torn ACL,” Kip said.

Desh swore and kicked the bank of lockers.

“There goes the state championship.” Mike looked like he was about to get sick.

I knew the feeling.

Trella was still staring at my knee. “How’d you do that, anyway?”

“I fell off a mountain.”

Desh narrowed his eyes. “Why were you on a mountain?”

“How long do you have to wear a cast?” Trella asked.

“It’s not a cast,” I said. “It’s just a brace.”

“Oh, well, a brace is nothing, right?” She grinned like everything was magically okay. “That should heal in no time.”

“Try a year,” Kip said. “He needs surgery.”

Desh swore again.

“Does it hurt?” Megan asked.

“Sometimes,” I said.

“Garmond.”

We all turned around. Coach Van Buren was standing outside the door to the teacher’s lounge.

“Step inside?” He held the door open.

I glanced at Kip, then crutched across the hallway and into the lounge. I’d never been in there before. It was just a big classroom with round tables and chairs instead of student’s desks. It also had a few soda machines and a fridge and microwave.

Coach pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit.

I sat and tipped my crutches against the table.

He looked down on me and sighed. “You’re killing me, kid. I’m glad you’re okay. Alive, I mean. You know what I mean. It could be worse.”

I looked at my leg brace. “Not much worse.”

“Yeah.” He pulled out the chair beside mine and sat. Sighed. Rubbed his hand over his face

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