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CHAPTER 1
Look at all the stuff there is to do, Mia Robinson said, stepping out of the boys basketball line on Saturday afternoon. She read the signs on the tables in the gym. Art. Drama. Football. Ballet.
I didnt know they had so many choices, Gabbie Gilbert, Mias best friend, said.
Me either, Mia said. It was her first time attending Fall Sign-up Day at the recreation center. She came with Marcus, her twin brother, who was standing in the boys basketball line. Mia and Gabbie had come along because their mom promised to take them to the movies afterward.
Mia glanced over at the next registration table. She hadnt noticed the table earlier. But now the sign on it caught her attention:
WANTED: A FEW GOOD GIRLS!
A tall woman standing behind the table waved at the girls. Looking for something fun to do? she called out.
Sort of, Mia said in a curious voice. She noticed a second sign on the table that said:
GIRLS BASKETBALL.
Ill be right back, Mia said.
Wait for me! Gabbie said, following Mia to the girls basketball table.
Hi, the lady said, Im Coach Dilbert.
Mia and Gabbie introduced themselves.
I didnt know we could sign up for girls basketball, Mia said.
This is the first year, Coach Dilbert said. Would you girls like to join a team?
Sure! Mia blurted. Ill ask my mom when she finishes registering my brother.
Gabbie gave Mia a puzzled look. I thought you werent going to sign up for anything.
I wasnt, Mia said. But that was before I knew they had a girls basketball team. Like lots of ten-year-olds, playing basketball was one of Mias favorite things. She enjoyed it almost as much as writing and bike riding.
Coach Dilbert smiled at Gabbie. We can find a spot for you, too, she said.
Gabbie hunched her shoulders. Ive never played on a basketball team before.
Neither have I, Mia said. Come on! It will be lots of fun.
Gabbie swayed from side to side. All right, Ill join, she said.
Im done! Marcus said, walking over to Mia. We can go to the movies now.
Not yet, Mia told her brother. I want to sign up for basketball, too.
Huh? Marcus said.
Mia pointed to the sign on the table. The girls basketball team.
Thats great, honey! their mom said, joining them. Im glad you found an activity.
Cool! Marcus said. He was still psyched from his last basketball season. He was MVP of the Titans, his recreation center team.
I want to play, too, Gabbie told Mrs. Robinson.
Well get a registration form to take home to your parents, Mrs. Robinson said.
When they got back in the minivan, Mia called her dad from her moms cell phone. Guess what, Dad?! Mia said. I joined a basketball team.
A girls basketball team, Marcus added.
It was a few hours later when they got home from the movies. The phone was ringing when they walked into the house.
Ill get it, Mia said, dashing into the kitchen. She grabbed the phone off the kitchen counter and pressed it against her ear.
Oh, hi Coach Dilbert, she said. Mia hadnt expected to hear from her new basketball coach so soon.
Really?! Mia asked. She sounded surprised. Okay. Yes, Ill tell them.
Mia hung up the phone and whirled around. She had a glow in her eyes like a reporter who just got a juicy news scoop. They arent having a girls team after all, Mia said. Not enough girls signed up.
So what do we do now? Gabbie asked.
The coaches are combining the eight-to-ten-year-old girls and boys teams, Mia said. Theres only going to be one team for kids our age. A co-ed team!
Marcus coughed and almost choked on a piece of candy. You mean the girls are going to play on the boys team? Marcus asked.
The co-ed team, Mia said, correcting him.
Are you serious? Marcus asked. Who are we going to play?
All-boys teams, Mia said. Well be the first and only co-ed team in our league.
I dont believe this, Marcus said. I wonder if Juan knows yet. He picked up the phone and went to call his best friend.
Mia grabbed two sports drinks from the refrigerator. The co-ed team will make a great story for my newspaper, Mia said. She was always thinking about ideas for Mias World. She started the newspaper after her class took a tour of the local newspaper plant. After that field trip, Mia was sure of two things: she wanted to be a reporter, and she was going to start her very own newspaper.
Mia tossed Gabbie one of the drinks. This is big news! Mia said.
Gabbies head drooped. I cant play on the same team as Marcus and Juan, she said.
Why not? Mia asked.
Im not good enough, Gabbie said.
But youll be playing with them. Not against them, Mia said.
Gabbie sipped her drink. Its different for you, she said. Youre used to playing with Marcus. You practice with him all the time.
But you wont be alone, Mia said. Ill be on the team. And there will be other girls on the team, too. Ill help you. I promise.
Gabbie lifted her head. Promise? she asked.
Mia took her finger and drew a circle around her heart. Then she made a fist and lightly tapped her heart two times. Promise! Mia said. Best friends honor.
Okay, then. Ill play, Gabbie said. She drew a circle around her heart, and tapped it twice with her fist. Best friends honor.
CHAPTER 2
On Monday afternoon, the twins dad walked into the house from work carrying a shopping bag. Im home! he shouted.
Youre home early, Mrs. Robinson yelled from the family room. She was sitting in front of the computer pecking away at the keyboard.
Hi, Dad, Mia said, dashing down the steps. She followed her dad into the family room. Are you taking us to basketball practice?
He smiled as he placed the shopping bag on the coffee table. Its your first one, he said. I wouldnt miss it.
Just then, Marcus walked into the room. Hi, Dad, he said. Whats in the bag?
Mr. Robinson pulled out a tiny gift box and gave it to Mia. A little something for the newest basketball player in our family, he said.
Mia ripped the wrapping paper off the box and opened it. Her eyes twinkled as she saw a shiny gold charm under the tissue paper. It was a miniature basketball. Another charm for my bracelet! she said. Mia already had a cross, a writers scroll, a heart, and the letter M charm on her bracelet.
Mia stood on her tiptoes and gave her dad a tight hug. Thanks, Dad!
Mr. Robinson reached back into the bag. And this is for you, he said, handing a box to Marcus.
Marcus grinned. This is awesome! he said, pulling a Jason Carter jersey from the box. Jason Carter was his favorite professional basketball player. Thanks a million, Dad!
Youre welcome, Mr. Robinson said. I knew you really missed your old jersey.
I sure did, Marcus said. His old Jason Carter jersey had been his favorite. But it had shrunk in the dryer months agothe same day that Marcus and Mias class had met Jason Carter at Giants Practice Day. Marcus had been saving for a new one ever since then.