I walk back into my room and take a seat on my hospital bed as I look through Instagram.
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shaqironeall: brotha 💚
liz.jaine: let me play basketball with you
shaqironeall:@liz.jaine wya?
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After Shaqir replied to me, I knew that it was time to move on. Bronny is the past and I need someone who is guaranteed a basketball career like Shaqir. I pack my clothes and tell my Mom that I want to go home.
Once I packed my clothes in my bag, I grab my bag and walk out of the hospital. As I step out of the hospital, I feel this warm breeze go past my entire body. "That felt so good," I say as I get in the car. My Mom starts to drive. "Mom, so I'm talking to this boy,"
"What's his name hun?" she asks as she keeps her eyes on the clean road.
"Shaqir," I say as I go on my phone.
"SHAQUILLE O'NEAL'S SON!!!" she yells in the car.
"Yes, be quiet," I laugh out.
"Sorry," she says as we arrive at the apartment that we are staying in until my Mom finds a new house.
When I get into the apartment, I look around and see a beautiful view of Los Angeles. I fall onto the soft white couch as I lie down and check my DM's.
