Chapter 1

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" Bria, Wake up! You're gonna be late for workouts." My Dad yelled.

~~~~~~~~~ Back round info~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I'm Brianna walker, but i go by Bria. Im 5'5, and i have blonde curly hair. I have hazel eyes, and freckles when i don't wear makeup covering them. I'm a freshman at a small high school called St. Thomas in Pennsylvania  . I've played basketball since the time i could walk. My dad went to the NBA after 2 years of college, but ruined his knee and his playing career was over. He coached the Washington Wizards for a few years, but recently retired to spend more time with us.  Even though he was playing and coaching, he always had time to train me.  But a bunch of the Pro's loved him, and he even won best coach award at the espys. Stephen Curry has come to my house. I have literally played with THE Riley Curry. I've even practiced with him a few times. Be jealous bitches.

I guess you could say I'm pretty good at basketball. I got my first letter from a college when i was 11 years old, and then i knew this was serious. I've been going to intense camps at d1 schools playing with the best ever since i was in 6th grade.  Sometimes people film my games and make highlight videos of me. Its funny, cause i won't even know who the person is, but ill see a highlight video of me posted on their channel.

I have 200k followers on instagram, just from playing basketball, its crazy. My school isn't really well known though, so my parents made me apply to a bunch of ranked high schools all during my freshman year. After this summer, I'm transferring to a high school called Chino Hills in California.  Apparently its ranked like #1 in the nation for basketball. So on August 1st, we're packing up and moving all the way across the country just so i can play basketball at a good school. Wow.

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I sat up in my bed. " Alright I'm up!" I yelled back. Today is the first day of summer break. And what am i doing? Going to workout at 9 am. Yay.

I walked to my bathroom, and stepped into the shower. I let the hot water rush on me as i try to keep myself from falling asleep. I leave my hair in a bun though, because washing and drying my curly hair would take a fucking day. I walk over to my sink and brush my teeth with my towel still on.  After i finished, i went back into my room to change. I put on my pink sports bra and a pair of nike spandex. Then i put on a pair of basketball shorts that went right above my knee.

I put on a muscle tee from a basketball camp i went to. I slipped on some very colourful nike socks, and my black slides. I grabbed my deodorant from my sports bag and piled on. I grabbed my phone and headphones off my bed, got my bag and made my way downstairs.

My mom and dad were in the kitchen making breakfast i guess. It was 8:30, and my trainer usually comes at 8:45 to get me, then takes me to the gym. I've had the same trainer since i was in 6th grade. His name is Taylor but i call him tay. He's probably like 27 now, and he takes my to my school gym all the time to work with me. This summer, we're gonna be working non stop to get me ready for Chino Hills. Yay :/.

I grabbed a bowl of cereal and waited for Tay. "Make sure you work hard now." My dad said. I rolled my eyes playfully. " You know I always do." I smiled. "So Taylor is bringing you back at about 12:30." My mom said sipping her coffee. "Alright." I heard a car honk outside. " He's here. See you later." I said grabbing my bag and walking out the door.

The cool air caught me by surprise. Only in Pennsylvania is it chilly on the first day of summer break. I got in the front seat of Tay's car. " Good morning" I said as i sat down. " Happy first day of summer." He smirked. " Shut up. " I said playfully. He drove away from my house.

" Today i'll take it easy on you. Since we're about to go hard e'ry damn day until you leave." He said. " Wow Tay, your so sweet." I say sarcastically. He rolled his eyes playfully. I just popped in my headphones and played some cranking music to get be hype.


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