My last connection

My last connection

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My name is Lila Christoph. I'm 14 years old and my life is the worlds biggest screw up. I am hated by my father for my illegitimacy. My existence was hidden from my brother until the day we met by chance 6 years after I was born. He taught me basketball I taught him maths. I lost touch with him when we moved to England for 6 months. When I was 10 my mother was diagnosed with lung cancer. When I was 12 the doctors finally cleared her and she was killed in a car crash whilst walking out of the hospital. With no one left who cared and only an empty house to go home to I only had one connection left with my family. Basketball. In order to come into contact with my brother ,now the basketball prodigy Aomine Daiki, I had to learn fast and become a prodigy of my own. In my desperate attempts to find him I unwittingly made friends with the rest of the famed Generation of Miracles that he was once part of. My debut into the world of basketball would alter the course of my life forever.
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