Jamal, high school senior

Jamal Thompson stared at the list of books in front of him and sighed. At 18 years old, senior in high school, he was looking forward to getting things over with and move on to the next step. Anywhere had to be better than the hellhole that was this town of his birth, 18 years spent in the hicktown of the Midwest with little to show for it except grades, game, and pretty much a lifetime of hard knocks.

He loved his dad perhaps more than anything else, the man had raised him and his three sisters all by himself once his mom had split, saying she couldn't stand being in the shittiest hole this side of the Mississippi (though she being from Detroit had little to brag about being from a better place). 4 kids in this economy had pretty much guaranteed that they wouldn't have much. Jamal had done what he could, though, and eeked out a meager existence in elementary and intermediate high school until puberty snuck up and fucked him in the ass. 6'5", 220, 38" vertical...he could dunk, had quick speed, and the body structure of a cement truck to boot. Didn't matter if he was smart or not, a ball in his hands would open doors everywhere.

As Jamal got up from his position at the side of the bed, his sisters tucked in and asleep, he laughed at the idea of being known for just being a baller. He had studied too, knowing full well that a single injury would relegate him to the boondocks, and carried national honor society membership as well as offers from D1 schools up and down the coast. He was looking for a full ride and the offers for NIL deals came into focus, something he had secretly plotted to help alleviate his dad's burden and set his sisters on a better road than he had been on.

A few hours later, after locking up the house and making sure his dad had something to eat when he got home from the night shift, Jamal went to his room and settled down with a quiz he had received from his english teacher. Ms. Adams was one of the youngest teachers in the school so it was easy to relate to her than most, but she had given them each individualized projects to do. Specifically, in his packet, had been a questionnaire that he wouldn't have thought someone would take seriously enough to pass out for a grade.

IF YOU WERE A GIRL...

He laughed a little before he looked at the first question. An easy grade? Yes, please!

1.) IF YOU WERE A GIRL...WOULD YOUR HANDWRITING BE NICE?