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Chapter 17: New Week.

As I walked into school the next week being Monday, I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and pride. I had just been ranked number one in the Wonder Kids league, and I was eager to share the news with my teammates. I had been looking forward to this moment all morning, rehearsing the conversation in my head and imagining their reactions. But as I approached them, I noticed that they seemed distant, almost cold.
"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but my enthusiasm was met with a lukewarm response.
Johnson, Emmanuel, and Mike barely acknowledged me, their responses monosyllabic and lacking enthusiasm. "Not much," Johnson muttered, while Emmanuel and Mike just grunted, their eyes fixed on their phones.
I felt a pang of confusion and concern. Had I done something to upset them?, Are they still mad about last weeks game? I tried to brush it off, thinking maybe they were just having a bad day. But as I stood there, waiting for some sign of acknowledgement or congratulations, I realized that something was off.
"Guys, didn't you hear? I got ranked number one in the Wonder Kids league," I said, trying to spark some excitement.
But they just shrugged, their expressions uninterested. "Yeah, we heard," Johnson said, his voice flat.
I felt a sting from their indifference. I had expected them to be happy for me, to share in my success. But instead, they seemed to be pulling away.
As I walked through the hallways, I was greeted with a different response. Other students were high-fiving me, congratulating me on my achievement.
"Yo, Gabriel, nice job on the ranking!" one student called out, clapping me on the back.
"Way to go, Gabriel! You're a beast on the court!" another chimed in, grinning.
I smiled and thanked them, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off with my teammates.
At lunchtime, I tried to sit with them again, but they seemed even more distant than before. We sat in silence, the only sound the clinking of utensils on plates.
"Guys, is everything okay?" I asked, trying to sound concerned. "Did I do something to upset you?"
Johnson sighed and looked up at me, his expression a mixture of frustration and resentment. "It's just that...we feel like you're getting all the attention, Gabriel. You're always the one in the spotlight, and it's like we're just background players."
I felt a pang of understanding. I hadn't realized that my success was making them feel overshadowed.
"I'm sorry, guys," I said, sincerely. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. We're a team, and we're all in this together."
But my words seemed to fall on deaf ears. They nodded, but their expressions remained skeptical.
As the day went on, I couldn't help but feel a sense of disconnection from my teammates. I knew I had to do something to bridge the gap, but I didn't know what. I felt like I was losing my friends, and I didn't know how to get them back.
The final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I packed up my bags and headed out to meet up with my girlfriend, Lizzy. We had plans to study together for our upcoming exams, and I was looking forward to spending some quality time with her. But as soon as I saw her, I knew something was off. She was standing by the lockers, her arms crossed and a concerned look on her face.
"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked, noticing the furrowed brow and worried expression.
"It's just...I heard something about you and your teammates," she said, her voice laced with worry and a hint of uncertainty.
"What did you hear?" I asked, feeling a sense of trepidation and curiosity.
"I heard they're avoiding you," she said, her eyes wide with concern and a touch of fear. "That they're upset with you about something, and they don't want to talk to you."
I sighed, trying to reassure her and downplay the situation. "Lizzy, it's nothing. Me and my teammates, we're just going through a rough patch, that's all. It's normal between guys. We're competitive, and sometimes that competitiveness spills over into our relationships."
But Lizzy wasn't convinced. She looked at me skeptically, her eyes searching for answers. "I don't know, Gabriel. It sounds serious. What's going on? Did you do something to upset them?"
I took a deep breath, trying to explain the situation and reassure her. "It's just...I got ranked number one in the Wonder Kids league, and I think they're feeling a little left out. They're used to being the stars of the team, and now I'm getting all the attention. But I talked to them, and we'll work through it. We always do."
Lizzy frowned, her expression skeptical and worried. "I don't know...I just don't want to see you get hurt. You're always so confident and self-assured, but this seems different. This seems like it could be serious."
I smiled, trying to reassure her and calm her fears. "I'll be fine, Lizzy. I promise. Me and my teammates, we're like brothers. We fight, but we always make up in the end. And even if we don't, I'll be okay. I'll just focus on my game and my studies, and I'll come out even stronger on the other side."
As I walked through the front door of my house, I dropped my backpack on the floor and headed straight for the phone. I needed to talk to someone about what was going on with my teammates, and Dad was always the best person to turn to. I dialed his number and waited for him to answer, my mind racing with thoughts of how I was going to explain the situation.
"Hey, kiddo! How was your day?" he asked, his voice warm and cheerful, a stark contrast to the turmoil I was feeling inside.
"It was okay, Dad," I replied, trying to sound casual despite the frustration and confusion that was building up inside me. "But I need to talk to you about something."
"What's up?" he asked, his tone turning serious, sensing that something was wrong.
"It's just...my teammates are acting really weird around me now," I said, trying to explain, my words spilling out in a rush. "They're all distant and cold, and it's like they're mad at me or something. We used to be so close, but now it feels like they're pulling away from me."
"What's going on?" Dad asked, his voice filled with concern, his questions probing deeper into the situation. "Did you do something to upset them?"
"No, Dad, I didn't do anything," I said, feeling a bit frustrated, trying to defend myself. "It's just...I got ranked number one in the Wonder Kids league, and I think they're feeling left out or something. They're not used to me getting all the attention, and it's like they're resenting me for it."
Dad sighed on the other end of the line, his breath audible, a sign that he was processing what I was telling him. "I see. Well, Gabriel, this is a tough situation. But you know what? You can't control how others feel or behave. All you can control is how you react to it."
"I know, Dad," I said, feeling a bit defeated, my voice barely above a whisper. "But it's hard when it's your own teammates, you know? We're supposed to be a team, but now it feels like they're against me."
"I know it's tough, kiddo," Dad said, his voice filled with empathy, understanding, and compassion. "But you can't let it get to you. You just keep being yourself, keep working hard, and keep being a good teammate. Eventually, they'll come around."
I nodded, even though he couldn't see me, his words sinking in, giving me a glimmer of hope. "Yeah, Dad. You're right."
"And hey, Gabriel?" Dad added, his voice a little lighter, a little more optimistic. "Don't forget that you're not alone in this. You've got me, you've got your Mom. We're all here for you, no matter what."
I smiled, feeling a bit better, a weight lifting off my shoulders. "Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me."

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