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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