"JJ!" I remember giggling, running around our front room as a youngster; primary school age. "Deji, Deji! Help! JJ's coming to get me!" I yelped. The middle child simply looked up and laughed, then went back to reading his comic book.
"I'm coming for you!" A teenage Jide ran after me through the hall.
"Agh!" I squealed, still uncontrollably laughing.
"Got you, Em!" JJ scooped me up, turning me around and then having me rest my chin on his shoulder.
"Is it tea time now?" Seven year old me asked; my stomach sounded like an erupting volcano.
"Yeah. Simon's having tea with us, okay? Mum and Dad aren't home yet." My eldest brother informed me.
As if on cue, a knock at the door brought our attention to the front windows, where a tall, skinny boy with dirty blonde hair and a winning smile waved. JJ threw - yes, threw - me onto the sofa next to Deji.
"What did you do that for?" I shouted in protest, as JJ welcomed who I knew by now was Simon into the house.
"Because you're a little shit." Deji shoved me.
"YOU SWORE! JJ, DEJI SWORE!" I gasped in horror.
Keep in mind that I was seven at the time; I knew about swear words, as I grew up in an environment where it was supposed to be acceptable. My father, Jide and Deji regularly swore around the house, and Mum scolded them for it. So, when she wasn't there, I took up that role.
"Deji deserves a whack over the head, then." JJ chuckled briefly. He then disappeared upstairs, his friend hot on his heels. I turned Harry Potter and the Prisoner Of Azkaban on the TV, and gazed at the screen until I really started to feel hungry.
"Your stomach rumbling, kid?" Deji asked, getting up and making his way to the kitchen.
"Yeah. Too much." I stuck out my bottom lip.
"Me too. Want some crisps?"
"Yes please!" I smiled widely.
"Only if we can watch Spy Kids when we're eating them." He smirked.
"Fine." I crossed my arms.
"Go and ask JJ and Si if they want any!" Deji said loudly, disappearing from my sight.
Stupid JJ, I thought, he forgot about making us dinner.
"JIDDLES!" I scrambled upstairs, holding a fully loaded Nerf water pistol behind my back, hiding it from sight.
"WHAT DO YOU FUCKING WANT?" I received. And so, I opened the door to his bedroom, pointed the water gun at him as he turned around.
"What's in that thing?" JJ's voice wobbled.
"Doesn't matter. You said you'd cook me dinner!" I wined. He and Simon exchanged glances, and the older of the two mumbled: "Shit."
"SIMON! DON'T SWEAR!" I struggled not to laugh at their expressions - they still vividly stand in my mind as absolutely petrified.
"S-Sorry, Em. Won't happen again." Simon got up and put his foot on a football that rested in the corner of JJ's room.
He began doing effortless keepy up's. I was amazed.
"Wha...?" My eyes widened; my hand holding the water pistol let it go as my arm went limp.
"Wanna try?" Simon passed the ball to me, and I put my foot on it to bring it to a halt.
"How?" My head cocked to the left slightly, puzzled.
"Like this." My brother brought out another ball and placed it on his bedroom floor. He put his foot on it with his leg extended, and then brought the ball to himself before flicking it up. While JJ continued to tap the ball in the air, I gave it a go.
And that's how I found my love for football.
a/n:
ty for readying, it means a lot.
this part reminisces emmy's childhood as a young girl of seven years old. it represents how life back then was so straightforward for her. fall outs and arguments lasted no longer than a day, and the best part of the day was playtime (or recess).
stay tuned for the next intro!
lee x
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