Foul
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Rhino is one of Bridgewater's best basketball players—except when it comes to making free throws. It's not a big deal, until he begins receiving strange threats. If Rhino can't make his shots at the free throw line, someone will start hurting the people around him. Everyone's a suspect: a college recruiter, Rhino's jealous best friend, and the father Rhino never knew—who recently escaped from prison.
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Foul - Patrick Hueller
1
I may only be a sixteen-year-old kid, but on the basketball court, I’m a man.
I’m the man.
Almost seven feet tall and over two hundred fifty pounds of muscle, I might as well be Superman.
Ask anyone. Ask my best friend, Nate. Better yet, ask his dad, Sheriff Brady. He’ll tell you in official police language that Ryan Johnson (that’s me) is bigger, faster, and stronger than any other Bridgewater citizen. Case dismissed.
You can ask my adoptive parents, too. My biological parents died in a car crash when I was a kid. I can hardly remember them at all. But ask my adoptive parents, and they’ll probably even try to take credit for my genes.
Ask the Bridgewater High fans. They’ve been shouting my name for almost four quarters now. Way to go, Rhino! You’re the man, Rhino! That’s what everyone calls me—Rhino. Like when they want an autograph: Rhino, will you sign this ball for me?
Or when they see me in the open court, getting ready to dunk. Rhino! Rhino! Rhino!
Ask any of these people and they’ll tell you. I own this court. Every inch of it.
Put me at the ten-second line and I’ll win every tip-off. Put me behind the three-point arc and I’ll drain some threes. Put me in the lane and, well, if you’re my opponent, you don’t want me in the lane. On one end I’ll swat your shot into the thirtieth row of the bleachers. On the other end I’ll shoot my sweet hook or my floater. And that’s if you’re lucky. That’s if I’m feeling nice. Otherwise I’ll shoulder you to the floor and dunk the ball in your face. Or onto your face, if you haven’t gotten up yet.
Just don’t put me at the free-throw line. Please, please don’t put me there.
That’s the one place on this court where everyone’s cheers turn to groans. It’s the one place where I’m not the man.
If I’m Superman, shooting free throws is my kryptonite.
My muscular legs and arms go weak just thinking about it.
That’s where I am now. The foul line. I already missed my first free throw, and the ref passes me the ball to attempt my second. I look around the stadium. Patty and Dale—that’s what I call my adoptive parents—are in the middle of the bleachers. As always, they’re biting their knuckles. So is Cindy Williams. She’s a cheerleader and, according to me, the prettiest the girl in school. Nate’s dad, Sheriff Brady, probably isn’t even watching. He probably has his eyes closed behind those shades he wears. He’s seen his share of murders and mayhem, but those things are nowhere near as scary as my shooting form at the line.
And then there’s the basketball recruiter. At least, I think that’s what he is. He’s been standing all game by the exit sign, watching us play. Watching me play. I’m used to it by now, of course. I may only be sixteen, but lots of recruiters have come to see my basketball skills. This is the first one to make me nervous, though. That’s because he’s wearing a Northern California State blue-and-gold sweatshirt, which is where my dad, my real dad, played ball. And it’s where I want to play, too.
I return my focus to the basketball court. I watch Nate put his elbow into the guy next to him, ready to go for the rebound before I even shoot. I don’t blame him. Everyone here knows I’m going to miss—even me.
I lift the ball over my head, let it go, and prove every one of us is right.
The ball clangs off the rim, and the other team grabs the rebound.
2
As usual, I’m the last one out of the locker room. Nate talked with me for a while, but then he pounded my fist and left. He knows I like to be alone after a game. Not that that’s easy to do. Fans have started to wait around longer and longer. They want to clap me on the back or get my signature. Which means the only way I can be alone is to stay in this locker room until they finally give up.
And that’s fine by me. It smells like stale body odor in here, but it’s peaceful. Plus, I have a whole post-game routine. I sit in front of my locker and replay all of my highlights in my head—my rebounds, my dunks. As I do this I eat the granola bar Patty packs in my sports bag before every game.
My phone buzzes. I take it out of my pocket and look at the number. I don’t recognize it, but that’s not new. I get lots of calls from people I don’t know. Recruiters get my number by contacting