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Jessica and her big brother Oz lived in a big house by the sea. They had a playroom where they liked to play games and have fun. Jessica loved her brother, but sometimes he was mean to her. One day, Oz got a phone call from his friends. They wanted him to join them for a basketball game at the park. Oz agreed and quickly got ready to leave.
“Hey, Jess, I’m going out. Don’t bother me, okay?” he said to his sister, who was sitting on the couch reading a book.
“Can I come with you?” Jessica asked. She wanted to spend some time with her brother and his friends.
“No, you can’t. You’re too small and annoying. You’ll just get in the way,” Oz said rudely.
“But I want to play with you,” Jessica said, feeling hurt.
“Too bad. Go play with your dolls or something. And don’t touch my stuff,” Oz said, grabbing his basketball and heading for the door.
Jessica felt tears in her eyes. She didn’t understand why her brother was so mean to her. She wished he would be nicer and let her join him. She decided to follow him secretly and see what he was doing.
She put on her shoes and coat and ran after him. She kept a safe distance so he wouldn’t notice her. She saw him meet up with his friends at the park. They were all wearing jerseys and sneakers. They looked like they were having fun.
Jessica watched them play from behind a tree. She saw Oz dribble the ball and pass it to his friend Jed. Jed shot the ball and scored a basket. They high-fived each other and cheered.
Jessica felt a pang of jealousy. She wanted to be part of their team. She wanted to play basketball with them. She thought she could do it if they gave her a chance. She decided to approach them and ask them nicely.
She walked out from behind the tree and waved at them. “Hi, guys,” she said.
They all turned to look at her. They looked surprised and annoyed.
“What are you doing here?” Oz asked, frowning.
“I came to watch you play,” Jessica said.
“Well, you can’t. Go away,” Oz said.
“Why not? I want to play with you,” Jessica said.
“You can’t play with us. You’re too small and weak. You don’t know how to play basketball. You’ll just mess up our game,” Oz said.
“That’s not true. I can play. I can dribble and shoot and pass. Just give me a chance,” Jessica said.
“No, we won’t. You’re not welcome here. This is a boys’ game. Girls can’t play basketball. They’re too slow and clumsy. They belong in the kitchen, not on the court,” Jed said, laughing.
Jessica felt angry and hurt. She couldn’t believe they were so mean and sexist. She wanted to prove them wrong. She wanted to show them that girls can play basketball too. She grabbed the ball from Oz’s hands and ran to the other side of the court. She dribbled the ball and shot it at the basket. She scored a perfect swish.
She smiled and raised her arms in triumph. She looked at Oz and his friends. They looked shocked and speechless.
“See? I told you I can play. I’m better than you. Girls can play basketball too. And they can do anything they want. You’re the ones who are slow and clumsy. And you’re mean and rude. You should be ashamed of yourselves,” Jessica said.
She threw the ball at them and walked away. She felt proud and happy. She didn’t need her brother or his friends. She could play by herself. She could do anything she wanted. She was a strong and independent girl. She was Jessica.