Raymond
" You know this isn't forever, right Raymond?"
I glanced upward to see my middle aged dad smiling at me, little crinkles forming in the corners of his dark brown eyes. He kneeled down, sitting beside me outside our small suburban home in Tuscan. My twelve year old self shrugged, weaving the grass in between my rough fingertips. Dad patted me on the shoulder, and smirked at my Brooklyn Nets NBA jersey, extremely worn from many years wearing it.
" I could just get you a Lakers one if you want.."
" No!!!" I shouted, my voice cracking before he could finish. " Lakers are stereotypical bullshit. I always root for the underdog."
" First of all, watch your language. Second of all, maybe you should root for the Cavaliers. They're much pretty underdogs after LeBron left."
I shook my head. " He'll be back," I said, standing up to brush the grass off my basketball shorts. " Unlike you."
Suddenly, the blaring Ripples ringtone sounded from across my room, alarming me that it was time to get up for school. I sighed, sitting up from bed, wiping my eyes. My long legs went over my king bed, not able to support my 6'5 stature. Nobody knows where I got my extremely tall stature from, since everyone in my family has always shorter than average. Even though it makes me feel like an outcast, my height is an advantage for one thing and one thing only- basketball. Ever since I was a freshman, I've been playing varsity on our Division I team, and have an average of 20-25 points per game. All I want to do, and all I want to think about is basketball. Nothing else has even sparked an interest of mine.
Not even a girl.
I stood up from the edge of my dark blue quilted bed, stretching my ungodly long arms.
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