I hope you like. I worked my butt off on this chapter. Even though it is only the beginning the chapters will get longer as they go. Make sure to follow my main page @Skye_Babie
~Skye
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You know that moment when it is the last three seconds on the clock and your team has the ball. One second has past and now it is down to two. The orange and black Spalding ball is passed to you. That's when it's time; time to shoot the ball flows out of your hand oh so smoothly and sails through the air until it swishes straight at the buzzer. The crowd goes wild. You just stand there and smile at the scoreboard full of pride. Then out of the corner comes the love of your life. And you run over to him to kiss and hold you wake up because the dream is now over.
Hey, my name is Messiah. I've always been a Hooper. I'm not one of those regular tumblr hippies either. I hate that to death all those girls look the same they make us light skinned girls seem so basic. I wear my hair curly and wild like a lion. I mean I am a Leo. I absolutely hate makeup. The most I will ever put on will be some eyeliner and lip gloss. People really didn't appreciate me for that. I always got picked on you know. Especially by the boys. They were always talking about how girls couldn't hoop and how I would never amount to anything in the WNBA, but unlike most of them I was going to do something with my skill.
I grew up in the Bronx of New York, then wemoved to Queens and somewhere down the ine I ended up in Detroit. You can say I grew up in the hood, but that don't mean nothing because my momma didn't raise no hood rat or hoochie mama. You could say I'm a street baller, but then you would be teling the truth. I mean I am a top notch Freestyler. No real compition for me in New York and the only person who I can say might be a little bit better than me is my best friend Trey. He is dope, but he is never going to make it in the NBA if he stay chasing these little rats around. I keep telling him.
I remember first moving to Detroit I was pissed as all get out. I mean how do you do that my 13th birthday had just passed and they finally decide to tell me the news the week before we leave. It was so hard saying goodbye to friends I had pratically known my whole life, but I managed to keep a few of them close to me you know the ones you would die for. Yeah, those friends. When I first met Trey wanted to bust a cap in his ass. I know I may sound ghetto but he was just that irritating. Up looking down on me telling me I couldn't hoop at his court and I punched the shit outta him. Like how is somebody going to tell me where and where I can't hoop at.
"Messiah, come down you have guest." My mom said.
"Ok mom." I say as I get up to walk down the stairs. "Well look who is here. The dummy at heart." Punching Trey in the arm playfully.
"Look who is talking youngin'." He replies.
"I'm only younger than you by couple of months." I state.
"Whatever, i'm sixteen and your fifeteen. Now let's go."
I say goodbye to my parents and let this fool drag me out of the house allthe way to the park. I see a cuple of my friends ike Minnie, Devin, Sean and Micah.
Minnie is like my best girl friend. I tell her everything. She is crazy as everything though, but I got to love her and don't be folish her real name is not Minnie it's Char. Devin and Sean are like bestfriend. To be honest you couldn't separate them for anything. The are both great at basketball, but secretly Sean loves to dance. Last but not least it's my boo Micah, she aways doing something she not suppoosed to. She's a rebel if that's what you like to call it.
"Enough with the friendly talk." I say. "It's GAME TIME BABY." I say in a roaring voice as I get up from tying my shoe and grab the ball next to me.
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~Skye
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