Naiara Bryant is a famous basketball player in LA, voted one of the best young females in America. When her family moves to Chino Hills, they move right across from the Ball family, and she meets LaMelo Ball. What will happen when they start falling...
Hoppla! Dieses Bild entspricht nicht unseren inhaltlichen Richtlinien. Um mit dem Veröffentlichen fortfahren zu können, entferne es bitte oder lade ein anderes Bild hoch.
"You ready for the tournament tomorrow?" Lavar asks me as I shoot hoops at his court with Gelo.
"If I'm not ready, I'd be surprised. I was in ice all day yesterday after all that stuff Dad was having me do." I say, shooting the ball.
"You better win tomorrow." Gelo says, and I roll my eyes.
"I beat you in one-on-one, didn't I?" I smirk, passing him the ball.
"You didn't win, I was sick that day, and off my game."
"Boy, that's not an excuse! We the Ball family, we never lose!" Lavar says, making me laugh.
"Yeah, never lose!" I laugh. "Are y'all coming tomorrow?"
"Of course, we can't miss your big day! If you win, you'll be the best female in America!"
"Best young female in America." I say. shooting the ball again.
"Well, your dad told me to train you today so you can prepare for tomorrow." Lavar says. I groan.
"Again? I'm not gonna be able to play tomorrow if I keep training like this." I whine.
"Gelo, did you ever win by giving up?" Lavar asks Gelo. He shakes his head no. "Exactly! Keep pushing, work hard!" I shake my head and smile.
"Fine, fine. What we bout to do?" I ask. After six hours of gruelling exercise, I collapse on the court, breathing heavily.
"Does he do this with y'all all the time?" I ask Gelo.
"Mhm. Why you think we look like this?" Gelo says, flexing.
"Dude, where's the muscle? There's nothing there." I say, poking his arm.
"Shut up." He says, pushing me over.
"You staying for dinner?" Lavar asks.
"I would, but I gotta go shower and all that. Thanks for helping me, though." I say with a smile.
"See you tomorrow, Naiara." Gelo says, and I walk home. When I get inside, I hear yelling.
"That's my hairbrush!"
"No, it's mine!"
"Girls, stop yelling!"
"Ay dios mio." I facepalm myself before taking a shower and changing into my pajamas.
"Mami! Que hay para cenar?" I ask.
"Quesadillas!" She says. I smile and sit at the table, and then my phone buzzes.
