そして今回も同じような事が起こったのでまた2つに分けますね。
やっぱ長すぎますよね。
~AT SCHOOL, CARTER’S MAIL BOX IS EMPTY~
Lyle: ~Talk to a girl in the hallway~ Listen, shortly you. I’m just gonna be real
Ca: ~find him~
Lyle, why aren’t you in ammmm, geometry?? Are you lost?
L: I’m going right now, sir. Ah,
Girl: Bella.
L: Oh, Bella. This is Bella. Bella, sir.
Ca: Go to the class.
~IN A CLASS ROOM~
Teacher: Don’t forget
Ca: Excuse me. Are you Mr. Gesek? I don’t see Jr. Battle in this class.
T: Jr. Battle is like a solar eclipse. We rarely see him, but when we do, it’s always special.
Class: Haha.
Ca: Thank you.
~AT THE GYM~
Kenyon: ~reads news paper~
Surprised arriv
JB: …..Oh no…..
K: Come on man, just read it.
Team mate: Oh he cannot read.
Kenyon & Warm: Shut up, man.
JB: Richmond’s center has been big as the oiler’s ah…. boi….. boy??
Ca: ~Enters to the gym~
JB:
W: hahaha, See? That’s my big nigga,
Team: ~stand up and chatting~
Ca: Sit down. SIT DOWN!!!
Team: Shut up and sit down.
Ca: Nigga is
Team: Yes, sir.
Ca: Mr. Warm. What
W:
Ca: Who won the state basketball championship the last season, Lyle?
L:
Ca: Does anybody know?
Ca: What’s your father do for living, Mr. Lyle?
L: My father is in jail, sir.
Ca: ….oh Well, I’m sorry to hear that, sir. But that doesn’t have to be your life. My point is this: I have 4 senior on this team. Jr, Lyle, Kenyon, and Warm. All of whom I think
JB: Yeah, ESPN, baby.
Ca: It reminds me Mr. Battle. Mr. Gesek tells me he doesn’t see you in
JB: Yeah, we
Ca: Uh hum, as of now, you’re suspended. Ah you can practice, but you can’t play until Mr. Gesek tells me you're caught up in his class. And that
JB: Yo, what’s up with that?
Ca: Sit down, Mr. Battle. All right, that’s 500 push ups.
JB: This is bullshit!! We won those games, NOT you!!
Ca: Oh that’s 1000 push ups for Mr. Battle Crown. You wanna try for 2000??
JB ~leave the gym~
Ca: Young man, think about the choice you’re making if you walk out the door.
JB: ~Left~
Ca: To the baseline.