Where I Want To Be

Skyler's POV

"Alcarazo, please follow me!" My coach shouted after I missed, I slacked off during one of our practice games. I couldn't believe I would feel so distracted by how many times I missed shooting the ball, and I knew I was in trouble.

I followed him as he walked out of the gym to this office, and I didn't feel worried that I had lost my chance to be part of Vazilia Grande's favorite team.

"What is wrong, Sky?" He asked, and I just shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't understand, I watched all the videos that Coach Larry sent me, and when you first arrived, I was impressed with your performance, but I noticed after I refused your request to go home to Santa Clara you played poorly." He added.

"I am sorry, Coach," I mumbled.