"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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a/n: ─── please check bottom of chapter for house layout so I don't have to describe it all.
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The humming of the cab's engine and the faint sound of the radio fills your ears as you and ( D/n ) drive down the busy streets of your hometown.
The streets were crowded with students on their way to school, business people making their way to work, and everyone else doing whatever they do at 8am.
Glancing out the window you feel nostalgia hit you as the familiar buildings, cars, and crammed buses and trains pass by.
