"Hey Shay! Quick! Shoot the ball into the hoop!" Emily shouted.
I was holding the ball and I shot it from the three-point line.
"Chuk", the quick sound of the ball passing through the net.
I was playing basketball with five other guys in the school court. I wore my ASICS sports shoes, black Nike shorts and a Stephen Curry, number 30, sleeveless jersey.
Emily cheered! "Wooohoo! Way to go Shay! MY IDOL!"
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20 mins into the match
One of the guys, Ben passed the ball to me. I quickly jumped up with another guy to reach the ball first. Right as I landed, I twisted my ankle.
"Ahhhh! SHITT, that hurts!" I exasperated and one pain. I held my ankle, it was pretty painful, it was a 7 out of a 10 pain scale.
Emily and the guys stopped and helped me up and sat me to the nearby bench.
"You okay, Shay?" Emily worriedly asked.
"Don't worry, this is nothing for Shay. You can handle it right Shay? Even though your short, you're a strong ass girl", Jake said. He shakes her hair and laughed.
"Yeah man, this is nothing. I've had worse. A sprain is common, I've sprained a few times before" I replied.
•RINNNGGGG!!•
"Alright guys, gotta get back to class! If not Mrs. Anderson is gonna whoop my ass again", everyone laughed.
"Sorry Em, you and Jake are the only people in my class. HAHAHHAH!" I laughed.
Emily rolled her eyes and smiled. "Come on, put your arms around my neck and put your other arm on Jake's as well."
"Hey Shay, sorry about just now, I made a bad pass which made you land wrongly", Jake said.
I was hopping on my left leg and made my way to the class. "No worries Jake, it wasn't your fault and there's a first-time for everything. For a first timer, it kinda feels good having people to carry me. HAAHAHHAH!" everyone laughed.
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Back In Class
The students were chatting away and Jake went to change into his uniform. I put up my armpits as I wanted to chill and cool down and feel the wind from the room fans. I was talking to Emily.
Out of nowhere,
"Hey Shay, why you gotta be such a tomboy? Did your parents neglected you being a girl, that's why you changed to be a boy? HAHAHA! I heard you sprained your ankle. Do you need your mommy's help?" Nash faked a sob.
"Oh come on, Nash. We've played before and ya suck at it. You know I can beat you easily in basketball so just, sit down and shut the f-"
His friends booed him.
"Ms. Peters, please change out to your uniform! NOW!" Mrs. Anderson came to her table and raised her voice to Shay as Mrs. Anderson came into the classroom.
Nash laughed with his other friends.
"Alrighttt, Mrs. Anderson. Sorry about that", I replied.
"Stupid Nash Ace Waylock! Freaking has nothing better to do with his life, he has been disturbing me since we were like 7. His too spoilt that's why! Super rich annoying bastard! Why do girls even like him, I don't understand! He's so urghhhhh! DISGUSTING!!! Why he has to be at my every class! I hate seeing his face!!" I thought and expressed myself in the toilet.
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Pretty, Tomboy, SHAY.
Short StoryA story about Shayenne Mae Peters whose a tomboy and a rich bad boy, Nash Ace Waylock. Both of them always fight and argue with each other. He does not see her neither as a girlfriend nor a wife potential. Similarly, she does not as well. But what...
