Chapter 55 Nicholas

• I sprint down the court, my heart racing as I dribbled charity. My sweaty palms hover around the ball, but who cares? No one, because I was winning, and the defeated look on Charity's face was satisfying.
• I've spent countless minutes displaying my skills, and it shows because charity's hands haven't touched the ball since the game began.
• With a confident smile and strategized stride, I launched the ball forward, feeling the weight of it leaving my hands.