🏀 Abandoned 🏀

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I dropped my phone and looked at Curtis. "What is it now?" I asked irritated by her frequent disturbances. "Mom said you should drop me off at dance class." I hissed and faced the wall... "I am busy." I reply and she walks out upset. In less than a minute mom barges in my room.. "What did you tell your sister?" She asks and I scoff... "I am busy! Is it not obvious?" I shout and she snatches my phone. "Busy doing what exactly? You have been staring at this board since morning and been on your phone! Can you not take your sister to dance class or do I have to do that myself?" I sit up and stare at her for a while before talking. "Why do u hate me?!" I ask quietly and she looks taken back by my question. "I told you to take Curtis to dance class and now I hate you?!" She asks and I sigh.. "Why must attend dance class?" I ask again knowing she would get upset any minute if I push the matter but I had to ask. "Sorry? That's what she loves doing and you know it! Where else do you expect her to go?" She asks back and I scoff. "That is what she loves doing so she has to do it but what I love doing is forbidden." I hiss and walk out.

Ever since I came back from the hospital, myself and my mom haven't been on good terms. She didn't talk to me about my health and what the doctor said or anything at all and I kept it that way.
I tried to understand exactly why she hated me. I picked a bottle of water from the refrigerator and started gulping down the liquid. I saw my mom walk in but she ignored me totally. She picked her car keys and walked out... She looked hurt and I felt bad. Maybe Nevaeh was right. She might have a good reason but why is she not explaining anything to me? I sighed in frustration and tugged at my hair.. I am running mad by the minute. My phone notification came on and a text came in. An unknown number.... I opened my phone and read the text.

Hi it's Tariq 🙂
Would you like to come over to the court🌚

I smiled at the message and texted him back.
             
                                                          Hi Tariq. Guess I'll see
                                                         you on the court🙂

I went back in my room quickly and took a shower. If I wanted to go to the court, I had to leave fast. Mom would soon be back and she would not let me leave the house if she figured it out. I picked my white Kyrie's and my basketball clothes. I also took an extra shirt and a pair of shorts coz I wasn't planning on coming back home today. I would stay at Nevaeh's place. I wore a black hoodie and a pair of white shorts and left the house immediately.

I got to Nevaeh's place fast and told her all that happened between me and my mom. "Can I stay here till tomorrow?" I asked and she nodded. "Of course Anisa.. my parents wouldn't mind instead they'd be happy to have you here with us." I smiled and hugged her. "Thank you Vee." I was happy to have a friend like Nevaeh . She always turned up for me. "Bring your bag I'll take it to my room. Don't be late okay?" I hand over my bag to her and leave for the court. I got to the court and as usual, there were people on the court. I had not seen a girl come to the court in a while. Where did they all go? I saw Tariq amongst some guys and it seemed they were playing a game of 3v3. I sat on the bench and watch them play. Tariq was perfect.. I could imagine him in the NBA already. His handles were perfect and I wished I could up my game and be better.

"Hey!" He said walking up to me and I smiled. "Hi Tariq". I replied. His shirt was drenched and his hair was a bit scattered. I noticed his shoes and they were fire. He was just perfect... "Take a picture. It would last longer." His voice brought me back from my thoughts and I chuckled embarrassedly. "Uhh.. you into Ja?" I asked and he looked at me. His deep blue eyes seemed very hypnotizing and I noticed he somewhat had freckles just that they weren't really obvious. "Why'd you ask that?" He seemed tired and I just sighed. "Your kicks are nice..." I trailed off and he laughed. "Yeah! I'm into him. He is somewhat my idol. I got these shoes as a gift when I went for a dunking contest. I met him there." He replied and I smiled.

"So why'd you call me out?" I asked wondering how he even got my number. "Uhhh... I wanted to tell you something." He said and I looked up. What could he want to tell me? "Okayy?" I say nervously and he stares a bit before talking. "I've been recruited by a new coach." He says and I gasp.. " That's great news! Why'd you look worried though?" I ask still confused at his unexcited appearance. "My mom wants me to go but I do not want to leave my team here." He says "Leave your team here? Aren't you still here in Indiana?" I ask and he sighs. "Not here... It's in Minnesota." I was silent for a while.. I mean it's not as if we are that close or anything and we just met about a week ago but then, did he have to leave? I stare at the rim and imagine the swish sound it makes when a ball gets through it. The sound calmed me and I sighed... "If it's in ur benefit and it would help you, you should go. You won't remain in a place forever Yunno." I say slowly not sure of how to put it. "Yeah... It would benefit me really. I applied for college there already." He says and I nod not knowing what else to say. "Are you okay Anisa?" He asks again and I nod forcing a smile. "I am happy for you Tariq. Congratulations"

I walk back to Nevaeh's place before sunset and I meet her mom. "Anisa darling... How are you? I was just talking about you with Nevaeh." She says and I smile.... "Hello Mrs Ann"
"Are you okay Anisa? Nevaeh asks noticing my slightly dull mood. "Yeah... I'm just tired." I say excusing myself quickly. I walk into the bathroom and sit in the shower. I know I was not supposed to feel this way but then why do they all leave? Why did Tariq have to come into my life when he would leave anyway. I feel my chest beat fast and my breathing slowing down. Could I not be okay? I hear Nevaeh walk in but I was too tired to talk to her. I rest my head on my legs and cry silently. Why am I always abandoned? Can't someone stay?

Thank y'all for reading . I hope you enjoy this chapter 🌚 ❤️

                                                      

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