I was an outcast 3 years ago when I first moved to Livonia. I didn’t know anybody and school was right around the corner. I lived in Detroit my whole life and I wasn’t ready to move for the first time. Detroit is unsecure, unsafe, and it’s a crazy place.
That day came by so fast when the semi pulled up in our driveway. We had to put everything inside our house in to the semi. Although it took us all day, we managed to get 99 percent of all the stuff. It was night time and we were ready to leave the old house. We slept the night one more time, and in then I gave the last goodbyes and we were out of there. We arrive at the new house; we unpack everything and place it in the garage. Since our house was a little custom made and was the different house from the block, you can tell where I live right away. Our house is a three car garage door, with 4 bedrooms and three and a half baths. The day we arrived, sunny and humid, we decided to pull out some chairs, and just have a relaxing day outside our house. I see four kids coming to our house. The walk around in the street bouncing a basketball up and down. They wanted me to notice them but I wouldn’t say anything because I was the new kid.
After ten minutes they finally spoke and asked me if I wanted to play. Knees trembling, arms shaking, I said yes. Since basketball was my favorite sport I was confident I would dominate. I was in the back of the group because I had butterflies in my stomach. We walk for two minutes and we arrive at my friend’s house, knowing I would dominate these kids. We had an uneven number of people so I called my brother to play with us. He was tall and jumped really high so I wasn’t as confident as before. We play a little game of 3 on 3. They were really amazed how good I was in basketball so the next game; they started whining because they all wanted to be on the same team as me. So I picked a shy kid that didn’t talk as much and he was a bad player I wouldn’t lie. Dribbling and schooling, it came down to the last second and I score the winning basket. My mom comes after me, ready to yell, and tells me I have to go back home. I was happy I met these kids because we are still friends till this present day
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