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lawns, and flower beds, and tennis courts. Off to the right there was a swimming pool. At one end of the pool was a high, high tower and diving board. It looked awfully high. There was noway I was going off that tower, but I planned to spend a whole lot of time around the pool. One of the very best things about going away for a tournament was being around the pool and everybody just fooling around and having a great time.
    â€œLook at the sign!” Kia said, pointing ahead.
    There in gigantic letters it said “Welcome Basketball Players! Tournament Headquarters!”
    â€œLen said that almost all the teams are staying right here at the resort,” my father said.
    He pulled the van to a stop right under the overhang in front of the main entrance. I looked back to see Coach Barkley pull in right behind us.
    â€œEverybody out,” my father announced. “And make sure you take your bags and things with you.”
    We all tumbled out of the van and circled around to the back of the vehicle. My father opened the doors and bags started to tumble out. He stopped them with his body and then started to pass out everybody’s bag.
    â€œAnybody want to go for a swim?” Kia asked.
    â€œNo swimming,” my father said. “Everybody needs to get their stuff up to their room and get settled in before
anybody
goes
anywhere
.”
    â€œHere we are, all safe and sound!” Coach Barkley said as he came up beside us along with the otherhalf of the team.
    â€œThat was some drive,” my father said.
    â€œNot too bad. As soon as we get everybody checked in, I want to have a team meeting in my room,” Coach said.
    â€œSounds good… see you up there in ten minutes.”
    â€œHere we are,” my father said as he swiped the card against the door and the little light turned green. He pushed open the door of our room.
    â€œWe’re all staying in the same room?” Tristan asked as he pushed in right behind my father.
    â€œSeven of us are staying in the same
double
room,” my father explained as we all crowded into the room. “And Coach Barkley and the other six guys are staying in a double room across the hall.”
    The room had two double beds, a big dresser with a large TV atop it, and sliding doors opening up to a balcony.
    â€œThe other room is right through this door,” my father said as he pushed it open. We all surged through after him, although there really wasn’t anything new or different to see – the second room was identical.
    â€œSo who sleeps where?” David asked.
    â€œYou, Jamie, Tristan and Mark sleep in thisroom — two of you in each bed — and Nick, Kia and I get the other room. Nick shares with me and Kia, of course, gets her own bed,” my father explained.
    â€œYou see? There are some advantages to being a girl,” Kia said. “Although that advantage isn’t as big as you’d think, because I have to share a room with Nick.”
    â€œWhat’s wrong with being in my room?” I demanded.
    â€œAre you kidding? It’s like sleeping with a chain saw running in the same room!”
    â€œIt’s not that bad!” I protested. Besides, what did she have to complain about? I was the one who had to share a bed with my father. What Kia didn’t know was that my mother always said that compared to my father I didn’t make a sound.
    â€œAt least we won’t hear him from the other room,” Tristan said. “We’ll close the door and — ”
    â€œThe door isn’t ever going to be closed,” my father said, cutting him off. “My job is to watch all of you, and I can’t supervise through a closed door.”
    â€œOkay,” Tristan said. “So the door stays open.”
    â€œAnd nobody goes in or out through the hall door in your room. The door to the hall from your room stays closed, locked and chained. Everybody goes in and out through the door in