Board Thread:Human Roleplay/@comment-27624831-20181231174723/@comment-34052734-20190113223040

Alicia shrugged. “I just don’t want them practicing with us. They just ruin everything.” She shot again, the ball sinking in and swishing the net upwards.

Lydia tightly tied her laces, one of the only members with actual basketball shoes. She had to keep them real nice, as they lasted her quiet a few years—the size was still a little big on her, but other than that, they fit. She could care less about the types of shoes her teammates wore because basketball wasn’t a game about what shoes you wore. It was about heart and hustle.