"TAKE THAT BALL AWAAAAAY TAKE THAT BALL AWAY TAKE THAT BALL AWAAAAY TAKE THAT BALL AWAY!" *CLAP CLAP*
It was second quater with 38 seconds left before halftime. Jamal and the Beaumont Wolves was down 18, frustrated as ever.....
***BOOOOOOONNNNNNNK** (HalftimeBuzzer)
"MAN FUCK THIS GAME!"
Jamal rushed off the court kicking one of the chairs of the bleachers to the floor. The home crowd was going wild seeing their boys punish supposingly the best team in the state. Coach Lewis followed his team in the back seeing all of them spazzing out over losing. Seeing Jamal take it the worst....
"Settle down....OK NA LETS SETTLE DOWN! SHUT THE FUCK UP GOT DAMMIT!" Coach screamed throwing his clipboard to one of the lockers causing Randy to duck...
"Ooh shit!" Randy said silently sitting down.
Every body turned around giving him their attention except Jamal, who was still turned around with his head in his locker. Coach Lewis peeped his stubbornness and walked tnrough the team and right behind Jamal.
"Son whatever you going through at home, LEAVE THAT SHIT off the court!" Coach turned around and focused back on the team, as Jamal bit his lip gripping his fist. So much was going with him dealing with all the stress of his sister and seeing his grandma having to go through it.
"TEAM ON 3!..... I SAID HANDS IN, TEAM ON 3!" Jamal finally turned around taking a deep breath walking to the huddle.
"1.....2.....3........ TEAM!"
**Meanwhile **
Yall Im high as hell right now lol...like im super fucked up right now! I don snorted two lines and drunk a half of pint of Gin, so yall tell me what I am? Who the hell is this pulling up? Oooh shit easy money here!
"You working tonight?" The estranged man rolled his window down
"Yea daddy what you need?"
"Get in"
The man immediately whipped out his handcuffs.
"FUCK!"
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Baby Momma Crisis
Short StoryLife of a young teen caught up in the streets of Harlem wasnt easy for little Justice. Especially when the biggest threat to her freedom was suppose to be her own blood.
