Twenty-two-year-old Mikey Williams and the number one pick on the Los Angeles Lakers has been in the public eye since eighth grade. He's now one of the most popular NBA players in the world, with a multitude of people admiring his talents!
Seventeen...
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*Unedited, excuse any errors* just a filler chapter
Christmas break came, and went. It wasn't that eventful. My family and I spent the majority of the time in church and we all know how I feel about that.
Mikey and I had to say early goodbyes to eachother since he'd be traveling away for a Christmas game.
I'm not gonna lie and say that I didn't miss him because I did.
Their road trip was coming to and end and I was excited about that because he'd be coming back tonight.
I'm dreading going back to school today, because we started back with training for soccer.
Though the season for the actual school was over, I played for a league in town, and we trained at my school.
The trainings could be gruesome, but the results were something to look forward to.
"Malika, I hope that you excel this last semester," my dad randomly walks into my room.
"Don't I always?" I sassily ask.
"I just want you to do better. We don't need another embarrassment to the family," he scoffs.
"And who's an embarrassment,"
"Who else? Your brother,"
"Larry has a full time job and gets to meet some of the highest paid athletes in the world. His job may be simple but he's made more money that you even have. All disrespect intended,"
"I see you're taking after him with the blatant disrespect,"
"I'm not taking after him, I'm just getting tired of you disrespecting a grown man. The problems that y'all have are none of my business but you and I both know that they're not his fault," I stormed out of the room and headed out to my car.
On the way to school all I could think about was the way that my dad and Larry treated each other.
When I was younger I thought that it was just a phase and that they would grow out of it.
But their problems seemed a lot deeper, and I don't think that they'll ever make up.
"Trouble with the pops?" Nia asked as I shut my locker.
"I'm ready to get the hell out of that house," we walked to lunch.
"Damn girl I'm sorry, but I hear soccer workouts start up again," she says.
"Yeah, we'll probably just have to run laps on the track. That's usually how she starts us off,"
"Damn, well good luck girl,"
"Thanks," we stand in the forming lunch line together.
