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1995, First Quarter
“Get me on the court and I’m trouble, last week fucked around and got a triple-double, Freakin’ niggas every way like M.J., I can’t believe, today was a good day” – Ice Cube
It was a hot and humid summer day in Uptown Houston, and the neighborhood was bustling with life; kids playing outside, husbands manning grills while the wives tended to their gardens, and in one house there seemed to be a new family moving in. Next door, a group of adolescent teens (aged 13) were playing a game of horse.
“Swish! That’s h.o.r.s.e.,” The tall, blonde-haired, slim yet athletically built girl cockily gloated.
“Nuh uh!” The dark skinned, but short-haired girl quickly interjected.
“Uh huh!” The Blonde and the other brown-haired girl said in unison.
“Just watch!” The dark-skinned girl ran to the spot the previous teen shot from and took a shot, but instead of going in, it hit the backboard and the rim before coming back down, making the other two laugh.
“Y’all too easy,” the blonde boasted as she bounced the ball between her legs.
The teen kissed her teeth, “Mannnee, just wait on it, a little more practice and I’ll be big like Reggie Miller,” the dark-skinned girl replied proudly.
“You wanna be like Reggie Miller?! All he do is stand behind the three-point line waiting to take a shot, it take less work to be a statue,” the blonde stated.
“Lies! You know Miller is one of the best players in the league,” the short-haired girl retorted.
Just then a really tall, lanky girl walked up the hill towards them. She was dressed really feminine, wearing cute jewelry and acrylic nails, wearing a white button down, paired with a red cardigan with a white stripe on one sleeve and a khaki pleated skirt. Contradictory to her outfit yet she still made it work somehow, was the pair of Air Jordan Bred 1s on her feet. The girls stopped their banter to watch the newcomer come their way.
“Hey Lo, you think that’s your new neighbor?” the short-haired girl asked the blonde.
The blonde shrugged, “I think so, my mama said they had two girls. I wonder if she can play ball?” she said thinking out loud.
“She looks like she belongs on the cheer squad,” the brown-haired girl joked under her breath.
“Or the debate team,” the dark-skinned girl joined in with a laugh.
The Blonde nudged them in their sides, “Shut up,” she scolded just as the girl walked up to them.
