There is this game we play at school, which is a real game and it's called fives. i was in the court playing, and for some reason i came up with this story, i actually wanted it to become a movie, but i don't know how to describe it too much in writing. But i'm trying to do my best.
Her Father was a fives legend. This girl was a rebellious teen and she did drugs, she was and alcoholic, and she smoked. her Mom got her hypnotised, to prevent this behaviour anymore. Her Mom, sent her to a new school, it was a bording school. She had packed her bag before the hypnotism, and so while unpacking she gets flashbacks of her last self. she doesn't remember anything of her dad, but that he's dead, she played fives, but she does't know why...
Even if I am a billionaire now, mom and I usually talk but dad is still hard on me. He didn't want me living away from home at the age of twenty five, and wasting away my money to some girl or women who only wanted my fame, fortune but not the real me, as what he always say, the last time he talked to me, which was five years ago.
But I liked the attention, the fake loves or smiles, but it changed when I swerved my car down an alley and saw a girl walking, swaying like she's drunk or didn't care what happens to her. I almost hit her and shouted pulling down my car window, but she isn't budging. Oh, my God, is she dead or did I hit her? I looked outside and I think it's okay to get out of the dark street.