September 2 – Saturday
Finally, a Saturday with no alarms and no math. I slept in till 10, which never happens. Dad said, "Impressive. That might be a family record."
Around noon, the group chat blew up—Jason was trying to organize something. We ended up meeting at the park around 2. Brandon brought his busted-up basketball, so naturally, we played 3-on-2 because no one could find a sixth person. I teamed up with Sammy and Harry. We actually held it down—Sammy surprised us all by draining threes like he's been secretly training. He swears he hasn't, but I don't believe him.
Jason talked the whole game like he was announcing for ESPN. "And Peters with the crossover! Will he finish?" I didn't.
Afterward, we hit up that tiny convenience store near the bus stop and got iced teas and chips. Sat on the curb, just talking. Mostly jokes and nonsense, but also weirdly deep stuff—like what we thought our lives would be like at 25. Brandon said he'll either be rich or in jail. Sammy said he wants to live in Tokyo for a year. Jason wants to start a YouTube channel. Harry said nothing, then casually dropped, "I want to build something that lasts."
That kind of stuck with me.
Anyway, good day. No drama, just chill. These are the days I think I'll remember.
—P.M.