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Chapter 25: Friends.

As I walked onto the school campus, I couldn't help but notice the stark contrast in atmosphere from the previous day. Yesterday, my basketball teammates had been distant and cold, their eyes avoiding mine as if I was a pariah. But today, they were welcoming and eager to hang out, their faces breaking into warm smiles as they approached me.
"Hey, man, what's up?" Larry, my teammates asked, clapping me on the back with a friendly enthusiasm that caught me off guard.
"Not much, just trying to get through the day," I replied, still wary of their sudden friendliness. I had been burned before, and I wasn't about to let my guard down easily.
"No, seriously, we're glad you're back," another teammate chimed in, his voice filled with a sincerity that made me pause. "We were all talking about what happened yesterday, and we're really sorry about how we treated you."
I raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite myself. "What do you mean?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.
"Well, after you left the court during training, we all followed suit," one of them explained, his eyes locked on mine. "We went to report Mr. Thompson for what he did to you. We couldn't just stand by and do nothing."
I was taken aback, shocked that they had taken such a bold step. I had no idea that my teammates had been so affected by what had happened, and it warmed my heart to know that they had my back.
"I had no idea," I said, feeling a sense of gratitude towards my teammates that I couldn't quite put into words.
"Yeah, we figured it was the least we could do," one of them said, shrugging like it was no big deal. "And it turns out, it was the final nail in the coffin. The school administration had already been investigating him, and our reports just sealed the deal."
I couldn't believe it. I had no idea that my teammates had taken such a stand, and it filled me with a sense of pride and belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time.
"Thanks, guys," I said, feeling a sense of camaraderie with my teammates that went beyond just playing basketball together. "That means a lot to me."
"No problem, man," Emmanuel replied, grinning. "We're a team, on and off the court. And speaking of which, we should celebrate. How about we grab some lunch together?"
I smiled, feeling a sense of joy and connection that I hadn't felt in weeks. "Sounds good to me," I said, already looking forward to it.
As we walked to the cafeteria, I couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude towards my teammates. They had stood up for me when I needed it most, and it meant the world to me. The warm sunshine and gentle breeze only added to the sense of camaraderie that filled my heart.
"So, what's the plan for lunch?" Johnson asked, breaking the silence that had fallen over our group.
"I don't know, what do you guys want to get?" I replied, shrugging my shoulders as we approached the cafeteria doors.
"How about pizza?" Mike suggested, and the others quickly agreed.
"Sounds good to me," I said, smiling as we joined the line to order our food.
As we waited, we chatted and laughed, enjoying each other's company. It was like a weight had been lifted off our shoulders, and we could finally relax. The tension that had been building up over the past few days seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of relief and friendship.
When we finally got our food, we found a table by the window and dug in, savoring the delicious flavors and textures. The conversation flowed easily, covering everything from school gossip to our plans for the weekend.
As we finished up and headed back to class, I felt a sense of belonging that I hadn't felt in a long time. I knew that I had found true friends in my teammates, and that we would stick together no matter what. We had been through a tough time, but we had come out stronger on the other side.
The rest of the day flew by in a blur, and before I knew it, the final bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. I gathered my things and headed out to the parking lot, where my dad was waiting for me.
"Hey, kiddo," he said, smiling as I got into the car. "How was your day?"
"It was great, Dad," I replied, grinning from ear to ear. "My teammates and I had a great time at lunch, and we're all good now."
"That's terrific," he said, beaming with pride. "I'm glad to hear that. And I have some more good news - the school administration called your mom today, revealing to her that they're taking disciplinary action against Mr. Thompson."
I felt a surge of satisfaction at the news. Justice had been served, and I could finally put the whole ordeal behind me. I knew that it wouldn't be easy, but I was ready to move on and focus on the positive things in my life.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, smiling as we drove away from the school. "That means a lot to me."
"No problem, kiddo," he replied, ruffling my hair. "I'm just glad that everything worked out in the end."
As we drove home, my dad's expression turned serious, and he began to tell me more about the situation with Mr. Thompson. He took a deep breath, collecting his thoughts before speaking.
"Kiddo, I want to tell you something," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I went to the police station today and filed a complaint against Mr. Thompson. I couldn't just sit back and do nothing after what he did to your mom yesterday."
I looked at him in surprise, my mind racing with questions. "What? Why?" I asked, my voice filled with curiosity.
"Because of what he did to your mom yesterday," he replied, his eyes flashing with anger. "He had no right to put his hands on her, no right to hurt her like that. I'm not going to let him get away with that. He needs to be held accountable for his actions."
I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. Finally, something was being done about Mr. Thompson's behavior.
"What did the officer say?" I asked, curious about the details.
"He said that they'll do a thorough investigation and gather all the evidence they need," my dad replied. "He also said that they'll talk to witnesses and get statements from anyone who saw what happened. They'll do everything they can to build a strong case against him."
I nodded, feeling a sense of hope. Maybe, just maybe, Mr. Thompson would finally face the consequences of his actions.
"And what about Mom?" I asked, worried about her well-being. "Is she okay?"
"Yes, she's fine," my dad said. "She's still shaken up, but she's going to be okay. I've been taking care of her, and she's getting the support she needs. She's seeing a therapist to deal with the trauma, and she's talking to a lawyer about pressing charges."
I felt a surge of gratitude towards my dad. He was always there for us, taking care of us and protecting us.
"Thanks, Dad," I said, smiling at him. "I don't know what we'd do without you."
He smiled back, his eyes warm with love. "You'll never have to find out, kiddo," he said. "I'll always be here for you and your mom. We'll get through this together, as a family."

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