The sound of Coach Rader’s whistle rang through the Ashland Middle School gym.
“All right, Cubs! Time to stretch!” he called out.
Ava Sackett ran onto the basketball court with the rest of her teammates. She lined up with the others while her friend Callie Wagner—who had recently been made team captain—jogged forward to lead them in stretches.
As Ava stretched, she started to feel the energy flow through her body. She loved that excitement that built up inside her just before a game. It was almost the same feeling she got when she had played football with the Tiger Cubs in the fall.
On the football team, she had the added pressure of being the only girl on the boys’ team. But she also had the confidence that arose from having played football pretty much ever since she could walk. That came with the territory when your dad was a football coach, although her twin sister, Alex, couldn’t explain the difference between a running back and a wide receiver.
Here on the basketball team, Ava didn’t have to worry about standing out as the only girl. But while she had shot many casual games of hoops in parks with her friends, she had never played basketball on a school team before.
As she stretched, she glanced over at the other side of the court, where the girls on the Midvale Mustangs were warming up in their brown-and-white uniforms.
They look so tall! Ava thought, as nervousness about the game crept in.
Coach Rader’s whistle blared again. He was also Ava’s English teacher, and she was grateful he didn’t use his whistle in class.
“All right! Time for drills! Just like we did at practice!” Coach called out.
The girls jogged into position.
“We’ve got twenty minutes to warm up before each game, and we’re going to make the most of it,” Coach Rader had explained at the last practice. Then he’d outlined their warm-up routine.
Ava and four other girls practiced dribbling on the left side of the court. On the right side, two girls practiced passing in a zigzag pattern up and down the half-court. In the center, three players took turns shooting and catching rebounds.
“Go, Ava!” someone in the stands yelled, and Ava looked up to see her best friend, Kylie McClaire, holding up a sign that said the same thing. Kylie had even threaded blue and orange beads—the Tiger Cubs colors—into her braided hair.
Ava grinned. Kylie didn’t even really like sports, but she had shown up to every football game Ava had ever played in, and now, here she was at Ava’s first basketball game. Ava felt lucky to have made such a good friend so soon after moving to Ashland.
Ava’s mom and dad sat behind Kylie and gave her a wave.
“Ava, figure eights!” Madison Jackson hissed at her, and Ava realized she had lost focus during the drill. She started dribbling the ball between her legs, directing it left and then right to make a figure-eight pattern as she dribbled.
Convincing her parents to let her join the basketball team hadn’t been easy. Shortly after they’d moved to Ashland, Ava had been diagnosed with ADHD. She’d been assigned to a learning specialist at school, which helped. And a sophomore named Luke, who was friends with her older brother, Tommy, had started tutoring her at night, which had been great—until she realized that half the basketball practices were at night because other teams needed the gym in the afternoon.
Ava’s parents were worried that the nighttime practices would interfere with her study schedule, but Ava had convinced them that playing basketball would actually help her get good grades, not hurt her. And so far, Ava had been right. She was practicing hard and getting decent grades too. Now she just had to prove that it was all worth it—right here on the court.
Tweeeeeeeet! At the sound of the whistle, Ava and Madison ran across the court to begin zigzag passes. Their sneakers pounded in rhythm as they moved up and down the half-court, passing the ball back and forth to each other.
Ava was facing the bleachers, so as she caught the ball from Madison, she saw her twin sister Alex enter the gym and climb up to meet their parents.
Tweeeeeeet! Ava and Madison moved to the basket, where they were joined by a tall blond girl named Tamara whom Ava didn’t know very well. Ava knew Tamara was related to Andy and PJ and was wondering if she was mean like them when Madison jogged to the foul line and shot the ball.
Swoosh! Ava caught the rebound and switched places with Madison, taking her turn to shoot.
Another swoosh! Ava grinned.
I just hope the game goes this well! Ava thought, but the warm-up had helped get rid of her nervousness. She had practiced hard for this. She had done the impossible and convinced her parents to let her play. She was ready!
Tweeeet! “All right, Cubs! Time to huddle!” Coach Rader called out.
In the stands, Alex watched her sister jog off the court and get into a tight circle with the other girls on her team.
“This is so exciting!” Alex blurted out to her parents. She knew how much playing basketball meant to Ava and could only imagine how her sister felt right now.
Her father nodded. “I’m excited for your sister too,” said Coach. “Ava has worked so hard for this.”
Five girls from each team came out onto the court, and Alex noticed that Ava was one of them. Callie stood in the center circle, with Ava and Madison on either side of her.
“What does it mean that Ava is up front like that?” Alex asked.
“The coach is starting Ava as a forward,” her mom explained. “Madison is a forward too, and Callie is the center. And the two girls behind them are guards.”
“That’s Tamara and Tessa,” Alex said, recognizing them. “So, they’re like the defense?”
“Not really,” her mom said. “They actually handle the ball and shoot the most.”
Alex took out her phone and typed the positions in her notes. She wasn’t super interested in basketball, but she hated being left out of the conversation at dinnertime, and she had a feeling that basketball would be a popular topic for the next few weeks.
The referee blew his whistle and tossed the ball in the air between the team’s two centers. The Mustangs’ center jumped up and pushed the ball forward, but the pass went wild and Tessa grabbed it. She dribbled forward and passed it to Ava, who caught it. Ava took it down the middle of the court and passed it to Callie, who was open right under the basket. Callie jumped up, shot, and scored!
Two points appeared on the scoreboard, and the Tiger Cubs fans in the bleachers let out a cheer. Alex cheered louder than anybody.
There was something really fun about watching Ava play basketball. When she played on the football team, there was always that underlying tension, knowing that many people in the stands were wondering the same thing: Was Ava as good as the boys? Would she get hurt?
But here, on the basketball court, that pressure was off.
Alex thought about how she had been running for class president at the same time Ava was causing a stir by trying out for the football team. I’m so happy basketball season is going to be much less stressful than football season—for both of us! she mused.
On the court, Ava grinned and slapped Callie’s hand. The Mustangs’ center passed the ball to one of the forwards, who lobbed a long pass down the court to one of the open Mustang guards. Ava charged down the court just as the guard lost her grip on the pass and the ball bounced away. Ava retrieved it and dribbled it back down the court. She saw Madison open and passed the ball to her.
Madison caught it, but two Mustangs immediately surrounded her. Trapped, she jumped up and took a shot, but it fell just short of the basket.
Callie grabbed it and quickly shot it at Ava, who caught it and made the shot from the right corner.
Swoosh! The ball sailed through the net.
“Go, Ava!” cheered Kylie from the stands.
“Yaaay, Ava!” yelled Alex.
The Tiger Cubs scored once more during the first quarter, and the Mustangs scored again to make the score 6–2, Cubs, when the quarter ended. Coach Rader benched Ava and the four other girls on the court and put in five different members of the team.
“Looking good out there,” Coach Rader said to the starters on the bench, and Ava could feel herself beaming with pride. The game was off to a great start!
The Cubs kept their lead in the second quarter, which ended 10–5 after one of the Mustangs made an impossible basket from past the three-point line. Otherwise, their defense kept making the mistake of converging around the player who had the ball while leaving other players open.
Coach Rader put Ava, Callie, Madison, Tessa, and Tamara back in for the third quarter. By then the Mustangs seemed to have figured out their defensive problem, and only Madison was able to score. The quarter ended 12–9—too close for comfort.
The girls came back to the sidelines.
“Their defense is getting better, but they’re still clumping up under the basket,” he told the girls. “Ava and Madison, stay close to the sidelines if you can, and try to shoot from there.”
Ava and Madison nodded, and the girls jogged back onto the court. Callie got control of the ball, but one of the Mustangs stole it from her. She drove down the court and made a successful layup.
The scoreboard now read HOME 12, GUEST 11, and Ava started to feel nervous for the first time.
“Ava!” she heard Madison cry out, and Ava realized she had lost focus for a second—long enough for one of the Mustangs to bat the ball out of Madison’s hands. She passed it down the court to her teammate, who took a shot and missed. Ava ran up to catch the rebound. Ava passed it to Callie, who passed it to Madison, but Madison missed her shot too.
For the next seven minutes it seemed like neither team could score. Then one of the Mustangs fumbled a pass, and Tamara recovered it and passed it to Ava.
Stay close to the sidelines, Coach Rader had said, and Ava stuck close to the left side of the court. One of the Mustangs came toward her, and Ava quickly looked to see if anyone was open—but nobody was. In the three seconds before the Mustang player reached her, she jumped up and took a shot, twisting her body to the right to avoid colliding with the Mustang.
She watched the ball bounce off the backboard and sink right into the net—and then she landed. Hard.