Chapter 4

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January 16th at noon, I've been practicing

those three moves and telling my

grandmother I'm going up the street to play

basketball for a hour, at first she was okay

with it then went to what am I really doing

and who am I really seeing in six days.

By the time she brought up questions I

nearly prefected the technique,

all it needed was some polishing.

January 17th I went to the park and

pretended to play basketball,

I saw some African American guys playing

and I shoved out $300 dollars if they would

pretend to be my best friend in front of my

grandmother who is watching from her car

from down the road. I gave the three guys a

hundred each and boy did they put on a

show, we played for a hour then told them I

had to go, my grandmother left long before

the hour was up and I returned home

sweaty and out of breath.

"So those were the guys you're hanging out with, you could invite the neighbors, they're probably much better people to play ball with."

My grandmother saying that brought up bad

memories of that one time I was

babysitting  my neighbor,

his name was Ethan Yaunt, weird sounding

last name, I know, moving on. So basically

Ethan was a try hard sweaty Call Of Duty

Black Ops 2 player, his parents wanted me

to be his baby sitter, he's four years

younger and I'm nineteen so that would

make him fifteen, anyway I was just getting

into Call Of Duty Black Ops 2 at the time, I

was a noob at the game, I knew the controls

but wasn't a sweaty try hard like everyone

else. Well when Call Of Duty Ghost came

out we both played that and sense I was

getting better the more I played with Ethan

the more competitive he got, eventually we

played a game of infected and when I won I

didn't shove my victory in his face,

if anything I was hyped and was seeking his

approval to be on his online COD squad.

But that's not what happened, instead what

happened was he threw his controller at

the tv after a few seconds then yelled for

me to get out and pointed at the door,

I attempted to explain that I'm his babysitter

but he wasn't having any of it.

The next day I got an apology but I could tell

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