The First Telekinetic

{When the duo arrived at the park, Michael said, "I won't miss today."

Dillan replied, "You constantly say that."

Michael took a three and said, "Splash."}

Dillan's jaw hit the floor while Michael smiled and sang, "I gotta feeling; that tonight's gonna be a good night."

Dillan laughed at Michael and said, "Should have played the lotto."

(Even if I am from the future, I don't know the right numbers, but I know all the big companies. Perhaps in the future, I should invest. But, with the limited about of money I have is it worth it?)

Michael walked toward the free throw line and took another shot. Dillan grabbed the rebound and tossed the ball back toward Michael and said, "If you make the next one, I will let you date my sister."

What in the world? Does Dillan have a sister?

"If she is as ugly as you, I will have to pass."

Michael took another shot, but this time his target was the area directly in front of Dillan.

Dillan grinned and said, "I don't have a sister."

"F.u.c.ker!"

In an attempt to show off, Dillan took a fadeaway three that bounced off the tip of the rim. Michael grabbed the rebound and laid the ball off the backboard before walking a few steps away and overshooting the basketball.

They kept bickering and until they started to break a sweat and stopped. After all, if they kept going, it would waste too much energy, they needed it for the game.

While Michael was shooting around, he understood how his strange new power worked. Once he trigged it, he could use it for an hour, in small bursts. Three possessions in a game would be the most he could affect. He could only affect objects in his hands and correct his balance to an extent.

After taking some shots, Michael and Dillan headed toward their team's arena; the home of the Forsaken Ones. Michael spoke with a few classmates and headed toward the locker room.

The coach of the team approached Michael and said, "Michael, it's your senior year, leave it all out there."

Michael faced his coach and said, "We should start the season with a win."

The coach giggled and said, "Such small goals? We won't lose this whole season."

Michael starred at his coach with a blank expression.

(If I recall correctly, today was when Dillan was injured. I won't let him get hurt again. But, should I win the game? With the skills I have now, it should not be a problem, after all, I was a college star. Sadly, that injury prevented me from entering the draft.)

Michael shook his head and said, "Should I become a star?"

His coach looked at him and said, "If you do, I will let you use my real name."

Hmm, real name?

Michael looked at his coach and said, "How many points should I score?"