I Was Born to Play Basketball (the beginning// KNB ff)

June 9, Wednesday

I'm running... I'm running away from them.

I don't want to hear those words from them again...

Why do the have to say those stuff to me?

Am I ruining them? Tell me!

Why do I have to suffer all of this?

I really do love them... but why's everything's so unfair??

"Hey kid look out!!"

(honk! honk!)

I'm tired... I'm sick of them...

I hate them...

I really hate them...

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o_o o_o o_o o_o o_o

RRRRRRIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGG!!!!!! - BANG!!!

I threw the alarm clock as it rings very loudly... well kinda i threw it hard cause it's broken... (sigh) I stretched my arms and legs and fixed up my bed.

"Anate! Breakfast is ready." A calm yet fierce voice came from a woman.

"Coming aunt!" I replied to her as I changed my pajamas to jogging clothes. i tied up my hair and wore my socks before I went down to the dining area for some breakfast.

"Good Morning Anate!" my aunt said.

"Good morning too Aunt Alex..." I said to her also. We ate our breakfast which is bacons and eggs, yummy!!

"Any updates from mom and dad?" I asked.

"Not yet sweetie..." She replied, making me frowned to it, "Don't worry Anate, I'm sure they're still fine."

I nodded at her and placed my plate on the sink (because I'm already done). I wore my jacket and my basketball shoes as I got my ball and headed towards the door.

"Come back early kay?" Aunt Alex said, makes me nod at her. Then I headed out and start jogging while dribbling the ball that is on my hands.

I, Anate Sua Miya. 11 yrs. old, living with my aunt, Alexandra Garcia. I have no friends since she took me here in America. And I also have a lack of presence, but Aunt Alex seems to used to it unlike strangers... but having her is only my happiness...

I love basketball. Period.

Just kidding. But true, I love basketball. Aunt Alex taught me how when I was 6 yrs. old. I watched all of her plays live at the coliseum, and in exchange she taught me some of her moves, to which I learned it so easily. That's why she called me 'The Fast Learner'. She stopped when the doctor said she had a problem on her eyes, I never got to see her play again makes me depressed. But even though she had a problem on her eyes, she continued to teach me some of her moves, which I really appreciate it.

As I reached to the court, someone was using it. And it's a boy. I'm usually not socialize to people around me. 

I hide behind the tree and watched him play. He's so cool when he's shooting some familiar moves, it reminds me of Aunt Alex. But, he needs some speed for that.

I didn't even realized that I already stepped a twig and snapped, causing the boy to stop and looked around.

"Who's there?" The boy said as he walked towards to my place. I place my hands on my mouth to avoid noises.

He went around the tree, which I also went around until we circling around the tree. We did that for a couple of minutes until he stopped and panted. I also panted because of that. And I'm not surprise that he didn't see me, what a shame.

"Sorry for that." I said in perfect English. He looked around and again, he didn't see me. I went to him and poked his shoulder lightly.

That's when he turned around, "WWAAHH!!! WHO ARE YOU, A GHOST??!!" He shouted as he backed away. I flinched at his voice and what he said. Honestly, that's what I'm scared. They're judging people already. People this day find it hard to make conclusion of unknown people who making it misunderstand. It's like, a lady dropped her wallet, you picked it up and returned to her. When she saw you holding her wallet, she'll smack you and call a police because of stealing... I'm very relate to that.

"S-sorry a-a-ab-about th-that..." I purposley stuttered as I quickly picked up my ball and run fast towards my apartment.

"H-hey, wait!! I'm sorry!!!" He said, but I didn't heard it because I was hyperventilated. I really