Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

I wasn't very happy in high school: it was a confusing and sort of sad time for me.

Grief can be a burden, but also an anchor. You get used to the weight, how it holds you in place.

When you had to do something, you had to do it. And eventually, if you were lucky, you did it well.

It seemed like this day could go in so many directions, like a spiderweb shooting out toward endless possibilities.

Sorry!' Dave's friend yelled when he saw me. 'That was my-' But i wasn't listening as,instead,i took every bit of the anger and stress of the last few minutes and days put it behind the ball, throwing it overhead at the basket as hard as i could. It went flying, hitting the backboard and banging through the netless hoop at full speed before shooting back out and nailing Dave Wade squarely on the forehead. And just like that, he was down.

How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.