"𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔, 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀."
☔︎︎ || Where basketball prodigy, Miya Y/n's kindness is taken for granted and her skills are ignored, leaving her cold and forgotten in the shadows of her ignorant broth...
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You quietly hum to yourself as you walk down the aisle, Rio trailing behind you. Your eyes narrow at the colourful packets of sweets and chips in front of you.
"So many decisions." You whine, closing your eyes as you tilt your head back. You feel Rio dump another packet of chips into the basket that hung over your arm. You pull a couple of blocks of chocolate off the shelves and dump them into the basket.
"This should be enough." You nod to yourself before turning to the blonde girl beside you who also nods. You begin walking back down the aisle towards the counter where an old lady sits.
