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"Demons, do you need to sit out?" my coach questioned after my sudden outburst at another teammate. Dropping the basketball I walked to the bench, since I didn't want to be here anyway.
All of the players in the community center have been at the gym since 6 in the morning. From the time we were here the coach was constantly yelling at us, making me irritated. I would've already walked out but people are looking up to me and always raising their standards for how I should act.
The first time I went to the gym I hated it. My mother forced me into it so I wouldn't end up like my brother. Not being your own person is annoying. Being molded into someone you want to be is hurtful. Not having a real life is depressing. One day I might speak up but until then basketball is "life".
An hour later of sitting on the bench watching people, I was finally able to do what I enjoy. Hopping into my black 2021 Chevy Camaro SS. Unlocking my iPhone X opening Apple Music playing, Come and See Me by PARTYNEXTDOOR and Drake.
And I believed you when they told me don't (Yeah, thought you meant that) But either way you're still invited and I can't even lie to you Swear these days all you say is, "Come and see me for once" "Come and see me for once" "You don't ever come to me, you don't ever come to me" All she hit me with is, "Come and see me for once" "Come and see me for once, ohh" "You don't ever come to me, you don't ever come to me"
"Why you gotta start girl, why you gotta start. I know we make time for the things that we want" I sang.
3 songs later, I pulled up at Royalty Ink. Entering the tattoo shop, greeting the secretary then walking straight to my booth. Waiting for my client to arrive, I prepped my station. Hearing the door open, I looked up and saw her walking to the table. I asked her what she wanted and where she wanted it to be placed. Grabbing the razor out the cabinet, I started the tattoo. Wiping the residue off her neck, and told her she could pay at the front desk. Putting everything in their desired place, I decided to leave for the day.
I was riding around wasting time because I wasn't ready to face the devil I call my mom. Eventually, I pulled up at my favorite spot, the park. Putting the gear in park, I reached in the backseat and grabbed my sketchbook and pencil pouch. I saw at the bench that was secluded from the rest and posted a picture of the girl's tattoo I did.
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Opening the sketchbook, I looked at my previous and stared at my Black and grey Jordan 1's as the memories clouded my mind.
————————————————————— I changed the plot or Whateva 🌚. Imma start doing authors note to feel professional 😙✌🏾.
