3 chapter 2: The vote

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SWISH

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SWISH

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AIR BALL

Everything was the same, he was still the same inconsistent Adam Smith.The same Smith who can look like an all - star one game and then look like a trash role player the next.

"Why can't I get better?" Smith thought.

The reason why he was traded was that he wasn't good enough,so he continued to practice.it went from layups to jumpshots to freethrows, Smith was all over the place trying to fix the weakness of his game.But one does not become a star player overnight,so the effects of the training were minimal the best.so he ignored everyone else at gym and continued to work on his game for five hours straight,the trade was the fuel that kept him going .

Eventually, this practice came to a close.Adam packed his bags left his new home,a house brought in new Orleans.This was so that he could travel to the practice facility easily so it was relatively close .

He entered his car and began the short drive to his new house.this took only twenty minutes, once he was home he dropped his stuff. After that,he decided to rest on his bed for a bit.He thought about everything:the trade,the media and his future.

The future was looking bright:The Pelicans will drafting Zion, they will have a strong young core and thy have many drafting picks which could be used as a trade assests or used to drafting good players.But in the present....the Pelicans are a lottery - first round exit exit team while the Lakers are championship contenders.If you were to ask Smith which he could rather play for ,"Lakers" would leave his mouth ten times out of ten.

But sadly, he was traded that can never happen...he can't play alongside two - all NBA superstars . But kuzma can.Why?Because he's better.

"I just need to get better....no matter what it takes."

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"Oooh look at that poor little NBA player.traded from the Lakers to Pelicans,must be a depressing story of his life."

Thret,the God of three - pointers shook his head.

"Hahaha, shall we help him? If we do not, his future will be dim."

Palay, the God of playmaking spoke up.

The leading God,Domino, God,nodded his head and stood up.

"Yes,we shall vote,All in favour of assisting Adam Smith,stand.I shall not participate in this."

After finishing his speech, he sat back down.

Yes 5 - 5 No.

" It's 5-5, does anyone wish to switch sides? or I will have to vote myself."

All of the god's looked at each other,none of them bulged.Their opinion stayed the same.The King of Dominance sighed and stood up.

"I SAY YES.With a bit of our help,he will become the most best perfect player....the most DOMINANT PLAYER on the court! "