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Devonte wants to play basketball in college because it is his dream to be on the Lakers, but he is worried that he will not graduate from high school.

Devonte King was a senior in high school and had a very promising future ahead of him. He had 7 college offers for a full basketball scholarship. On the court he played with passion and had skills that you would never have imagined for a guy who is only five feet and seven inches tall. He was the point guard of the Mclean Highlanders and proud of it. Everyone in school thought that he would lead them to victory at districts and states in this coming fall season. Devonte was very nervous, but excited about his senior year. Senior year meant a lot of things for him as in senior release for lunch, success in basketball, last year in high school, and making the biggest decision of his life, __#|choosing a college__. He grew up with a single mom, and two younger brothers, but his support was more than enough when it came to athletics and academics. In reality, Devonte wanted to make it to the NBA and make money and help out his mom.

As autumn came, the basketball season began and the highlanders were on their way. Devonte's mom, Teresea, and his two little brothers, Keith and Monty, showed up to every game. The games were a lot of pressure for Devonte because he had to keep the interest of the college coaches. Game after game he worked hard and played well. At the end of the season he and his team came out with a lot of accomplishments. Devonte want MVP 2013, district first-team. and states first-team. Praise came his way because the Highlanders had won states which hadn't happened in the last decade or so. To celebrate, Teresea took Devonte and his little brothers out to dinner at Devonte's favorite resturant.

One gloomy day in March, there was a horrible storm out and the sun had not come for the the whole entire week. Devonte was sent the guidance office to talk to his counselor to wrap up his college plans. Devonte walks in to Mr. Flethcer's office and sits in the large, comfy soffa chair in the corner of the room. "Hey, Mr.F how you livin'?" asked Devonte as he extended his hand to Mr. Fletcher's and shook it. "Everything is going well son, but for you, we may have a problem", said Mr. Fletcher with a very serious look on his face. "What do you mean Mr. F?" "Devonte you are failing your english class and if you do not get your grades up you won't have enough credits to graduate. You have to graduate from high school to continure on in college and play basketball." Devonte's expresion was very legible, on his face you could see the hurt and disappointment in his eyes. "Is there any way I can get my grades up in time to graduate?" Devonte asked. "It is possible Devonte but it is going to take a lot of work, you may want to even hire a tutor," anwsered Mr.Fletcher. Devonte was filled with worry because he did not have the money to hire a tutor. He could not tell his mom about him possibly not graduating that would devastate her. He was going to be the first generation of his family to go to college, and now that might not even happened. He had to fix this no matter what it took.

A couple of weeks went by and Devonte was doing better in english but still not good enough. He tried getting his girlfriend to help him, the smartest kid in his class to help him, and he even saved enough money to get a tutor but no one had the patience to work with him. He was about to give up hope of graduating when he thought of his last resource, asking his english teacher. He and his english teacher, Ms. Kent, had not seen eye to eye all year because she thought he was a lazy senior who had a bad case of "senioritis". One day after class Devonte approached Ms. Kent, but stopped at her desk speechless by her intimidating demeanor. "Yes Mr. King," asked Ms. Kent as she made no eye contact with Devonte. "Ms. Kent I was wondering if you could help me raise my grade in your class," asked Devonte timidly. "Devonte we only have a couple more weeks until graduation how can you possibly expect to have the qualifying grade?" "Ms. Kent all i need to know is that is it possible?" "Well it possible, but---" "That's all i need to hear," interrrupted Devonte as he started to walk out the door to his next class. "Devonte," shouted Ms. Kent from the classroom, "You know this is not going to be a cake walk right?" "Yes ma'am, and I do not expect it to be."

Two weeks went by and Devonte met with Ms. Kent after school everyday to get extra help on assignments and receiving extra credit on different assignments. Everything was looking good in school as long as Devonte kept his meetings going with Ms. Kent. On one of the crucial days Devonte's friend, Jordan, asked him if he wanted to play ball with him and a couple of the guys. This was hard for Devonte because he had not played ball in a long time ever since he started his after school lessons with Ms. Kent. But while Devonte was with Ms. Kent he felt like a new more responsible person, and he was not going to let Ms. Kent down for al the hard work and time she has put into helping him. Devonte respectfully declined the invitation and went to tutoring that day. He continued to go and pay attention in his class, and when the final days were up for his tutoring he was a nervous wreck. He had already picked the University of Norrth Carolina as his school of choice, now all he need was the grades to back it up.

A week later the report card came in the mail. Devonte went to the mailbox and saw his name on an envelope with his school as the return address. He grabbed the envelope with a shaking hand. "This is it," he thought, "This is the key to my future." He took the mail inside and sat at the kitchen table. He knew he had to open sometime or another. Devonte picked up the envelope and ran his ran his fingers through it to open it. He took the piece of paper out that was inside and took a deep breath. He looked down at the paper and instantly his eyes lit up. Not only did he pass his class but he passes it by three percent more than he needed. The next day Devonte could not wait to see Ms. Kent to thank her for all her help. At the end of the school day when everyone was gone, Devonte walked to room 112. "Devonte, what are you doing here?" asked Ms. Kent. Devonte walked over to her and gave her a big hug. "Thank you so much Ms. Kent, you do not know how much you have helped me. I appreciate everything that you did," said Devonte. "It was my pleasure, it always is good to help a student in need. I am very proud of you Devonte," said Ms. Kent.

Three weeks later was graduation for the 2013 seniors of Mclean High School. The boys wore red and the girls wore silver gowns and top caps. Teresea had been in tears all day. She could not believe her little baby boy was graduating and going off to college. As the prinicipal call Devonte's name, he walked across the stage and recieve his diploma. The stadium of the graduation was erupting in cheers and Devonte could not help but smile.

Weeks passed and before anyone knew it, it was time to take Devonte into the next journey in his life. Devonte was excited to see what college was like the sports, the academics, the girls, but most importantly the sports. Devonte, Keith, Monty, and Teresea unloaded all of his stuff into his new dorm. After Teresea set and organized everything almost ten times it was finally time for them to leave. "You be good Devonte, I don't want any mess out of you either like I had in high school. I don't want you failing any class, you hear me?" asked Tersea. Devonte was confused because he never told his mom about him almost failing english. "Mom how did you know I almost failed a class last year?" asked Devonte with a quizzical look on his face. "Boy I'm your momma, and momma always knows. Even though I would rather you had come to me, I am glad you took responsibility. You are growing up son," Teresea started to tear up. "Mom, don't cry this is suppose to be a happy moment." " I know it is. It is just hard to see you leave... I am going to miss you." "I'm going to miss you too Mom," said Devonte. Devonte hugged his mom and his brothers, and then the trio left. Devonte looked up at the ceiling, "Well you did it..." Then Devonte as content as could be fell asleep because he had a long day of college ahead of him tomorrow.