The basketball swished, going into the hoop. Circling, through the time of malevolence and gangs at Senya:the city, mostly populated by people that weren’t as well off;had food stamps;had heart disease;had problems.Wishing it would just go down a magical fountain or better yet, a clean drinkable fountain.
Streetball, everybody played, joyful —looking softly and nicely when they reflect on when the hoops weren’t broken.
Sadly, they were always broken.
Ilin Miller’s face was black-burnt;Not, white;seamlessly getting vitamin D from the sun.And it didn’t help,that his big head and afro were covering the sun too.Frizzling with his mother’s comb in the hair.
Also, he was continuously in a very almost-smooth way,getting bad shots in.
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Height,something that Illin doesn’t have,always was difficult,if he tried to make a basket,he would fall into a basket of apple pies baked by his mother, right after.But,somehow,he jumped,about five feet,and dunked over Adam Stone’s body/
Adam lost the game;6-0.Illin won the game with his intentions in the right place,Adam’s bet went to this game and he never saw it again.An attachment that was never there,is still there,covering his face each day.
Nearly,one year has passed ever since Illin took a bite of his first victory out of many more to come.
Basketball tryouts were scary, too scary for people like Illin.
Somehow, a ruff edgy one is stuck in there every year. Tempted for a telephone,to call his or her parents, so they can get a reason to leave and/or sleep.
Somehow, the ruff one is scared in there. Waiting for a call from the lousy lenient lunatics who told you to do this. A strictly education television ad with kids your age playing comes on every week.
Playing with their friends. Hanging out,and just having,what some would say is “Old,very,old,unadulterated,teenage
Streetball, everybody played, joyful —looking softly and nicely when they reflect on when the hoops weren’t broken.
Sadly, they were always broken.
Ilin Miller’s face was black-burnt;Not, white;seamlessly getting vitamin D from the sun.And it didn’t help,that his big head and afro were covering the sun too.Frizzling with his mother’s comb in the hair.
Also, he was continuously in a very almost-smooth way,getting bad shots in.
He was …show more content…
Height,something that Illin doesn’t have,always was difficult,if he tried to make a basket,he would fall into a basket of apple pies baked by his mother, right after.But,somehow,he jumped,about five feet,and dunked over Adam Stone’s body/
Adam lost the game;6-0.Illin won the game with his intentions in the right place,Adam’s bet went to this game and he never saw it again.An attachment that was never there,is still there,covering his face each day.
Nearly,one year has passed ever since Illin took a bite of his first victory out of many more to come.
Basketball tryouts were scary, too scary for people like Illin.
Somehow, a ruff edgy one is stuck in there every year. Tempted for a telephone,to call his or her parents, so they can get a reason to leave and/or sleep.
Somehow, the ruff one is scared in there. Waiting for a call from the lousy lenient lunatics who told you to do this. A strictly education television ad with kids your age playing comes on every week.
Playing with their friends. Hanging out,and just having,what some would say is “Old,very,old,unadulterated,teenage