Aaron looks at the mirror in the school bathroom his coily twist down to his lower kneck, looking at himself in his school uniform, and he remembers a flashback to his first time playing basketball with his dad November 9,
2015, he was five years old. On his first birthday, he dribbles the ball oddly with just his palm and shoots overhead and bricks it. "I boom, daddy, I boom!" He says, yelling out to his dad, jumping and down while his dad grabs him and holds him up to the rim so he could slam, dunk it. He looks back up into the mirror and washes his face.
"Whats up with you, small A?" His short haired friend says, looking at him confused. Small A was always his nickname. Even though he was 6'2, he still was called small."I'm fine, just thinking, we'll kinda stalling. I ain't trying to go to history, so I'm just in here till it ends." Aaron says before the bell rings *RIIIING* Aaron looks outside and sees kids going to lunch of all ages and grades but he puts his eye on one person in particular, well one woman in particular Penolope Hickens, dark chocolate skin smooth as cocoa butter, her poofy coily afro, as natural as grass as soft as marshmallow wearing a pink skirt and Grey sweater, about 5'6, talking to her friends while walking down the hallway.
"She's got you in an eye trance, his sister." Amy says after walking with grabbing him by the hood on his grey hoodie and his grey sweatpants, her braids shoulder-length lightskin Aaron and Amy always looked so similar like twins except Amy lighter toned and shorter and is 16 and Aaron is 14, sophomore to freshman, sister brother like a dynamic duo.
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Rookie Hoops and Stolen Hearts: Freshman Times
Teen FictionAaron was always good at basketball but never wanted to go on any teams but when his high-school coach asked him to asked take a try he couldn't say no.
