TOGETHER WE STAND

together me and you.stand we should do together.if we cant do that the world would be how it is now.if we can do that it would be a better place.together we can make this world a better place,only if we can stand together.so every body lets stand.

B-ball stories( Part 2 )

"Chris," his mother calls. " Why aren't you with your friends?" They totally ditched me ma, my own friends, even Mike, and he's my best friend!" He replies. " I on't even wanna talk about it."
" Chris, you can tell me anything honey." He was so angry. As soon as he was about to tell her about it, "ding-dong!"
Mike was at the door. " What da ya want?" Chris asks. " I just came hehh to say I'm sorry," Mike said with his head down. " Naw man , ain't no sorries now," Chris replied softly. He slammed the door. " Now Chris, how could you do that?" His mother asked. " Just leave me alone!"

B-ball Stories(will be in slang)

In a small town called maywood, there was a boy named Chris. Who dreamed of becoming a basketball player. Chris wanted to be just like Michael Jordan. He wanted to have power, speed, and game. He wanted to have the shot, the hops, and the popularity.
On one Saturday evening, Chris went to Colombus park to play basketball( or what they call hoop ). He wasn't good, he wasn't bad. But lots of people (such as coaches, brothers, and his father) said that he was going to be the best player in the big league. Chris just wouldn't pass the ball. 'Pass da ball Chris', his friend Mike yelled. 'Uah Uah, I got it, I got it', Chris replied.'The crowd did the count down, 3...2...1...aaaannnnk. Chris missed the shot. Everybody felt like they hated him at that time. Mike said, 'you suck', and left him there. Didn't even help him.
Chris walked home by himself that night. I believe, that one day, he'll find out how to pass the ball.

We haven't been on the blog in a while. I am about to start my series of a book I made.