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Three years later ...
Ezee POV
BANG! BANG! BANG! A loud and constant banging woke me up from my sleep. I rolled over and checked my phone seeing it was only 6am. It's the second day of summer and I know that ain't nobody but Monica's ghetto ass knocking on my door. What time did she wake up to be here so damn early?
I looked around my room and squinted as the sun barely shined on the trophies and metals that sat on my dresser. My Microsoft laptop was still turned on from the night before with the screensaver flashing while my radio played the new Bryson Tiller album from my iPhone 6s. after my eyes adjusted to the sunlight I heard Monica walk in the front door then walk into the room.
"What Monica?", I blurted without even looking up at her, just scrolling through my phone.
"Aww best friend don't be like that. How did you know it was me though?", she asked while plopping down on my basketball covered comforter.
"Because you're the only one with the balls to bang on my damn door like that. Wait", I cut myself off, "... how did you get in my house?"
"Give me my damn key", I reached for the key Monica was waving in my face.
"Nope", she childishly moved it and stuck her tongue out "Come on now, pops is waiting for us"
I got up to get dressed, putting on a cut-out t-shirt and my favorite blue and white Nike basketball shorts. The temperature outside had to be almost 100. It's been over ten years; Monica's dad still refuses to train us in a gym, he says the gym is a privilege and the blacktop makes soldiers whatever the hell that means. I mean considering me and Monica both just finished our Junior year of high school as Co-MVP's of the league and both have offers from USC, you'd think we've earned the privilege of training in the gym.
We'd gotten to the park pretty fast since it's only about 3 minutes from my house. We are the only ones here, as usual.
"Hey Papa" I yelled while running and giving him a big ol bear hug.
"Hey child", he said nonchalantly while barely smirking. He's a stern man, very serious most times. But me and Monica are his baby girl's, so he has a sweet spot for us. He is the one that put a ball in both ours hands when we were 7. He's never lets us get a summer off since then, he always makes us train every damn summer.
"I know you missed us, you don't even have to front", I patted his shoulder. He works with my dad driving those big trucks and things like that. He gets to come home more than my dad, but he's still gone a lot.
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After a long and hot two-hour workout, me and Monica found ourselves sitting in the neighborhood Mexican food spot, waiting on their friends.
"Ezee!! Damn girl you out here yatted! what's the deal?", Ashley yelled while running up and hugging me then Monica.
All my friends call me Ezee. I didn't like the name at first, but it's grown on me. Nobody call's me Zia besides the schoolteachers. Ashley is the one who gave me the name back in the day. She's not from here she lives up in the hills with her parents and goes to high school up there. She only plays travel ball with us because we're the best team around here. Ashley only really gets to hangout during the summertime and a few times throughout the school year.
"Wassup Ash man, I've missed your crazy self", I said while we sat at a table and made ourself comfortable. A few minutes later our friend Anna walked in and we ordered. All four of us being together felt just like old times. I've been playing basketball with these girls for years. Only me and Monica go to school together, Anna lives a few blocks away where the school district line splits, so she goes to a difference school.
