by George7 on Mon Dec 06, 2010 4:40 am
Chapter 5 - Not so perfect...
December 7,Berto Center(Bulls Training facilities) - Minutes after the evening practice session had ended ,all the players were heading into their cars. Greg Monroe put his bag into the trunk of his new Hummer H3 SUV, which bought a week ago ,as he established himself a little better into Chi-Town.
"Hey Jo!" He said to Noah,who was coming out of the building, and was clearly distinguished by his hair " Do you want me to throw you somewhere?"
"No,thanks bro "He replied "I'm just waiting for my girl to pass by. We're going out tonight for a dinner in Deerfield"
"Oh,ok. Have a nice time then!" He switched on his engine, and drove out of the parking lot.
[... ]
5 minutes after ,Greg opened his car radio,and tuned to ESPN Chicago. It had the Sport Headlines...
"... Chicago Bulls won the San Antonio Spurs yesterday night, 92-93 ,with a clutch dunk by Tracy McGrady,who stated on the press that he feels revitalized after his trade on the Bulls.
Chicago Bulls' young Center out of Georgetown, Greg Monroe, will be honored by his University,as his jersey number will be retired on a special ceremony. The young center,who will visit the University of Georgetown in a week, in order to attend the ceremony,stating after the match with San Antonio, that he feels really honored and happy to be considered that good in order to have his jersey retired."
He laughed with satisfaction after listening to these news,but his cellphone interrupted his listening.
"Hello?" He answered the phone. it was by a private caller.
"You must feel honored from the retirement of your jersey,right?"the mysterious caller said.
"yeah,but who is it?"Greg replied
"A person who should have been at your place!"he yelled "I'm the one who should have had his jersey retired! I'm one of the best big men in Georgetown history!!"
"Ok. But what can I do for you?" Said Monroe,who was equally irritated as confused by this.
"You can do something! You'll pay for those who forgot me!" He yelled again. Greg realized that the person he was talking with wasn't on his mind
"Bro, are you nu..."He tried to say,but he was interrupted by 2 shots ,which hit his back right tire. Those shots were followed by a bang, and a clear indication that his tire had flatted out
"What the f..."He yelled,as he lost a little the balance of his car,which was rammed at once by a black SUV,before he could do anything to in order to control the car.
He had now lost the control of his car completely,which got off the road,and hit a pine tree. Greg felt a hard bounce,and a great pain coming from his back and his foot. His head was also aching.It was ready to explode.
He faded away, waking up at a hospital 2 hours later....