ok, not my best work, but i like it more then most my topical shit

*we find ourselves on a playground at Redmond Elementary School, Spetember 5, third day of school. On one side of the playground a group of jocks play basketball, on the other side by themselves, a mentally retarded kid in a wheelchair named Jimmy, a girl with one hand named Linda, and an overly obese boy named Chauncey sit by themself.*

They shit by themselves everyday... sitting and crying while the others play//

Sadness seeps through their heart, like a ice cold knife... blaming their parents for ruining their life//

But does anyone care...nah...after all, their freaks... not worth our time. even being laughed at by the geeks//

Deep down in their heart they know they can play... but everyone laughs at them calls them "Fat" and "Gay"//

The athletic kids laugh and play with all their friends... never looking at the stupid kids whos pain never ends//

None of them had ever played basketball before… Except for Chauncey who had never made a basket, he had been laughed off the floor//

[from the eyes of the jocks]
What do they know, they can never play with us… the fat, the lame and the retarded, the dumb ass kids on the little bus//

[from the eyes of Jimmy, Linda and Chauncey]
We’ll show them I know we will. Lets go boys and girls…We’re going to play some basketball and show them the truth in the world//

[From an onlookers eyes]
The kids walked, wobbled and rolled up, faces tight with fear…Ready to show the popular kids that they had a right to be here//

The leader of the jocks walked up right Chauncey and poked him in his waist… “You wanna play you fucking fat ass?” and he spit right in his face//

A chorus of laughter followed the action, Chauncey wanted to cry…but he wouldn’t give them the satisfaction, he would much sooner die//

“Give me the ball you dumbass” Linda said to the group…Gasps were heard, eyes widened and jaws began to droop//

“Ok,” one said, with a smile on his face… He slammed the ball into her nose, that oughtta put her in her place//

The blood flew freely out of Linda’s nose… With one quick thrust, a punch to the penis left that asshole’s face froze//

No one was quite sure what to do next…she grabbed the ball out of the writhing boy’s hands and said “We’ll see whos the best.”//

It was 3 on 3 first to 11, cripple against normal… The crips were fighting for their rights… But not to party they were fighting for a right to run their lifes//

Linda took the ball, began to run and drive to the hole… Halfway to the basket, she looked down to see she had no ball.//

A jock named Adam had taken it, was pulling for the 3… Swoosh, three points down it went, all the jocks yelled with glee//

Steal, swoosh, steal swoosh, soon it was 10 to Oh… Chauncey had the ball, looking scared, began to jiggle to the hole//

The kids laughed as he ran to the basket, but no one tried to make him stop…Chauncey stopped, looked at the ball, and heaved up a shot//

The shot seemed to hang for hours as the fat’s kid’s hopes gleamed// The shot seemed left, it looked much wider than that child’s seams//

A clang off the rim, the ball floated up, powered by nothing but Chauncey’s wish… Another clang off the back… then it came down with a swish//

No one moved for a second, Chauncey stared for a while…everyone’s face was a look of disbelief, but on Chauncey’s was a smile//

The all cheered together, the cripple, the retard and the fat kid… No one will ever know who won, but Chaunceys says he did//

The cripples won, because the scored a point against the odds… Not necessarily from behind, but still a sign from god//

MORAL OF THE STORY: Never count anyone out