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she suddenly realized what I was saying. “Every kid here got to witness, with their own eyes, the fact that nobody is going to get away with breaking the rules…even Jerome Junk Yard Dog Williams has to answer if he does wrong.”
    Neither of the Williams answered right away. Were they angry or upset about what we’d suggested?
    Mr. Williams turned to his son. “You weren’t telling lies. These two
are
sharp.”
    â€œThen we’re right?” Kia asked.
    â€œSsshhhhhh!” JYD said. “Keep your voice down.”
    â€œWe were right?” Kia whispered.
    â€œYou were right, but you can’t tell anybody,” Mr. Williams said.
    â€œWe won’t tell anybody,” I assured him.
    â€œYou can trust us to keep it a secret,” Kia said.
    â€œJerome?” Mr. Williams asked. “What do you think, can they keep a secret?”
    â€œIf they give their word then you can bet your life on it.”
    â€œAll I need to know. Now, enough talking. It’s time to play some ball.”
    Mr. Williams’s expression suddenly got tough looking. I knew what was happening—Mr. Williams was becoming Sergeant Push-up again. He blew his whistle.
    â€œEverybody down to the end line!” he called out, and everybody started into motion. “And let’s have no walking!”

Chapter Four
    I’d been watching the clock pretty closely for the last thirty minutes. It was almost three o’clock, almost time for the first day to end. It had been fun, and I’d learned a whole lot, but I didn’t know how much more I had in the tank. When we weren’t doing drills, we were running, and when we weren’t running, we were down on the ground doing push-ups—or sit-ups. I’d never been worked this hard in my whole life.
    Parents—including my mother who had arrived ten minutes earlier—were filtering into the gym and taking spots in the bleachers, waiting and watching the last few minutes of the day.
    â€œBring it in!” Sergeant Kevin yelled. “Everybody into the center of the gym!”
    â€œAnd no dawdling!” JYD added, causing people to rush into the middle.
    â€œTake a seat.”
    We all sat on the floor with JYD standing in the middle. It felt good to be sitting. Lying down would have been even better. I figured that the second my head hit the pillow in the motel tonight I’d be sound asleep.
    â€œI want everybody to turn slightly to their right and give a pat on the back to the person sitting beside you,” JYD said.
    I gave a tentative pat on the back to the guy beside me while another guy pounded me on the back.
    â€œYou have all survived day one of basketball boot camp,” JYD said. “I’d like to tell you that it only gets easier from here but it doesn’t.”
    â€œThat’s the truth,” Johnnie said, agreeing with his brother.
    â€œDoes anybody know how many push-ups we did today?” Sergeant Josh asked.
    â€œAbout a million,” one kid volunteered.
    â€œClose. One hundred and eighty-seven,” Sergeant Push-up said.
    I didn’t know if that was right, but if anybody knew, it had to be him.
    â€œThat’s one hundred and eighty-seven push-ups that were done because one of you didn’t arrive on time, took too long getting a drink, didn’t listen to instructions, or were talking when you should have been listening. Remember, God gave you two ears and one mouth because you’re supposed to be listening twice as much as you talk.”
    â€œI want you all to go home, get some food into you, get a good night’s sleep and come on back here, bright and early tomorrow morning,” JYD said. “Now, everybody stand up, put a hand into the middle.”
    Everybody jumped to their feet and pushed in, trying to make a pile of hands in the middle on top of Jerome’s big mitt. There was a mass of bodies—the sweaty bodies of a whole bunch of