"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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How did it come to this?
Why was it you who leapt off the hoop, leaving it to bounce alone?
Why was it you who was the last to hold the basketball before the buzzer fills the room?
Why were your friends and family cheering from outside the court, arms in the air?
Why wasn't it us?
The boys from Jabberwock's eyes visibly dim, colour fading from their faces while your friends rush onto the court.
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Silver stumbles back, letting out a gasp of disbelief. He stood in front of you, under the hoop you hang from. Landing on the ground with a thump, your wide eyes on the ground, you silently raise a hand and clench it into a fist.
"FUCK YEAH!" You shout victoriously, throwing your head back with a wide grin.
The crowd's cheers resonate through the room, destroying but satisfying your eardrums.
Surely enough, multiple pairs of feet rush in your direction.
You let out a grunt and your eyes squeeze shut as someone jumps onto your back. Their large arms hook around your neck, legs around your torso.
