AFTER BEING GIVEN THE OPPORTUNITY, Revea Rosenburg is now being assigned to the UConn basketball teams as their reporter. Despite only being 22, she has already become a rising star in the world of basketball media and analytics thanks to a rather...
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Walking home from school would prove to be the most peaceful part of young Revea Rosenburg's life. She acknowledges this when she wears her headphones, listens to soothing music, and takes a peaceful stroll on a much longer path than usual. This way, she would walk through forests with warm-coloured leaves either barely hanging onto their branch or being crippled under her feet. The sun would hide ever so slightly, giving Revea a break from the usual yellow warmth and instead offer her a slight blue breeze every now and then.
It was times like these that gave her hope. Hope that, despite everything that's happened to her, there's still good things in this world that she could have. For some people, having money or a lot of belongings would be enough to give them a desire to live. For Rosenburg, ten minutes of nature and music would give her the strength to survive another day.
As always, as she nears the end of her daily afternoon walk, there's the feeling of dread and fatigue that claws its way into her once undisturbed thoughts. She knows by now that there's no use in trying to forget her responsibilities, and that procrastination definitely won't make her worries fly away. There are things to do at home. She likes to tell herself that her feelings of uneasiness are the best way to give her the wake up call that is reality.
"Dad, I'm home."
No answer. She should have expected this.
Placing her bag down and taking off her shoes, Revea walks over to the kitchen to search for leftovers. Anything edible would do. Instead, she only finds two empty boxes of cereal and three abandoned beer bottles laying around the kitchen counter. She picks them up and throws them away, before grabbing a mop to clean sticky syrup left behind on the floor. When her sock no longer sticks to anything as she walks around, she deals with the rest of her cleaning duties while keeping an eye out for the time.
She also swiftly cleans a couple of dishes and makes her way to the basement to pick up laundry and fold them neatly and into drawers. The clothes and underwear this time weren't hers.
Walking upstairs with her backpack, she sits down at her wooden desk and does her homework, as per usual. She still doesn't understand algebra or the different types of analogies, but she figures that trying was enough. Once done, she opens her computer and searches up the most recent NBA game highlights. Nobody else knew this yet, not even friends or teachers at school, but Revea enjoyed watching basketball way more than actually playing the sport. Analyzing and interpreting plays provided her a sense of entertainment and was something that actually made her brain think. Math could never.
And so she gets comfortable in her seat as she pulls out a notebook and a pen, and begins writing down things that she notices and loves about this play or that. Eventually, though, Revea takes note of the darkening skies and the grumbling of her stomach. Closing her computer and heading back downstairs, Revea is greeted with an almost empty fridge and pantry.
