Meridan was cool as a cucumber. She was used to this, even though it had been a while since she had competed. Winston had purchased them some nice uniforms and all of them seemed anxious to get started. Meridan pulled her braids up into a ponytail and kept moving so her muscles would stay loose. Winston gave them their pep talk and they took to the court. Keaton walked over to Meridan and whispered, “Good luck, sweetheart.” Smiling, she responded, “Good luck to you, too.” They won the toss and the game began. The gym was standing room only. Most of the spectators were there to see the female they had heard about. Meridan meticulously drove the team down the floor. She had quick hands and handled the ball beautifully. She had most of the spectators rooting for their team. Minutes later, they were ahead, but it was close. The competitor Meridan was guarding tried to intimidate her. When he saw she was playing him tight, man to man, it angered him. On one drive to the basket, he purposely ran her over.
