Slam Dunk Kate Jaimet Orca Book Publishers
Copyright 2009 Kate Jaimet All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording or by any information storage and retrieval system now known or to be invented, without permission in writing from the publisher. Library and Archives Canada Cataloguing in Publication Jaimet, Kate, 1969- Slam dunk / written by Kate Jaimet. (Orca sports) ISBN 978-1-55469-132-6 (pbk.) ISBN 978-1-55469-162-3 (bound) I. Title. II. Series. PS8619.A368S53 2009 jc813.6 C2008-907418-1 Summary: When his star point guard goes missing, sixteen-year-old Slam Amaro finds out that coaching a girls high school basketball team isn t the slam dunk he thought it would be. First published in the United States, 2009 Library of Congress Control Number: 2008941141 Orca Book Publishers gratefully acknowledges the support for its publishing programs provided by the following agencies: the Government of Canada through the Book Publishing Industry Development Program and the Canada Council for the Arts, and the Province of British Columbia through the BC Arts Council and the Book Publishing Tax Credit. Cover design by Teresa Bubela Cover photography by Getty Images Author photo by Mark Purves Orca Book Publishers PO Box 5626, Stn. B Victoria, BC Canada V8R 6S4 Orca Book Publishers PO Box 468 Custer, WA USA 98240-0468 www.orcabook.com Printed and bound in Canada. Printed on 100% PCW recycled paper. 12 11 10 09 4 3 2 1
chapter one I knew the team was in trouble when our star point guard showed up to the game with a black eye. It wasn t just a shiner either. Inez s left cheek was black and green. Her eye was so swollen she could barely see out of it. Inez wouldn t say who d hit her, just that it was an accident during a friendly game over the weekend. Man, friends like that we didn t need. Especially going into our last regular-season game against the 1
2 Kate Jaimet top-ranked Glebe Gryphons, the only team ahead of us in the standings. The trouble started with the first whistle. Ifrah, our six-foot center, won the jump and tapped the ball back. The ball flew toward Inez in a smooth arc. It should have been an easy catch to set up our first offensive play. But Inez let the ball slip through her fingers. Before she could turn and catch it, a Glebe player dashed past her, grabbed the ball on the bounce and charged down the court. Breakaway. Layup. Basket. Score: 2 0. Time: five seconds into the first quarter. It was going to be a long game. Here s the thing: If I were the coach, I never would have let Inez start in the first place. Put her on the injury roster. Nothing wrong with that. Why get her morale down in the last game before the playoffs? But, hey, I was just the assistant coach. Besides, the coach was Inez s mom. I wasn t going to get involved in that. So I kept my mouth shut and marked the two points on my stats sheet.
Slam Dunk I know what you re thinking: a guy s got better things to do with his time than volunteer as assistant coach of a chicks high school basketball team. But trust me, I ve got a good reason. See, I m trying out for the Ontario Under 17 basketball team. The team that represents the province at the Canadawide championships. The next step is the Ontario Under 19 team, then the Canadian national team and then the Olympics. It s all part of my plan. When you try out for the Ontario team, they make you fill in this form with all your experience and your marks in school and stuff. Then there s this space for community activities. Man, my only community activity is hanging out at the park shooting hoops. So when Mrs. Ramirez asked me if I wanted to be her assistant coach for the Brookfield Blues girls team, I said, Sure. I said it with a shrug, you know, because I didn t want to look too keen about coaching a bunch of chicks. But secretly I was thinking, if it helps me make 3
Kate Jaimet the provincial team, I m all over it like a tensor bandage on a bad knee. Mrs. Ramirez is a phys-ed teacher, or at least she was back in Chile. Here, she s a substitute teacher, plus she comes in on Mondays to teach our Spanish class. Seeing as how Mrs. Ramirez is Inez s mom, I could understand why it was hard for her to bench Inez. But Inez really needed to be benched. She was a dribbling disaster out there. The first half dragged on and on. All I could do was record the wreckage on my stats sheet. With one minute left to go in the first half, we d given away twelve interceptions and got nailed six times for threein-the-key. Inez hadn t scored once. It was 34 20. I was just praying it wouldn t get any worse before the buzzer sounded. Praying for it to get better would have been asking too much. Inez had the ball at the top of the key. The other players were running cuts to shake off their defenders. Then we caught 4
Slam Dunk a lucky break. Ifrah s defender stumbled. Ifrah sprinted into the key. She called for the ball. But Inez, at the right top corner of the key, couldn t see Ifrah, who was down to the left. Inez swiveled around to see out of her good right eye. In that movement, she exposed the ball to the Glebe player guarding her. It only took a split second. With one flick of her hand, the Glebe girl swiped the ball away and took off down the court. Inez ran after her, but she was already three strides behind. The Glebe girl pounded down the court as the clock ticked down. Five seconds, four seconds, three seconds, two seconds, a jump shot from the top of the key. Swoosh. The buzzer sounded just as the ball hit the floor. End of the first half, and we were trailing by sixteen points. I grabbed the caddy of water bottles and a pile of towels, along with my stats sheets, and followed the team as they trudged into the locker room. 5