BreakFrmReality
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"You gonna be a good girl while I'm away?"
Austin Michaels crouched near his dog, Lacy, and began to pet her head. Austin felt Lacy was his good-luck charm ever since his family got her in the middle of last basketball season. It wasn't that he tore it up on the court every night, but he never had a really bad outing since they got the dog.
He smiled and stood up, getting in one last stretch before preparing to depart for Concordia High School, where he played as the starting shooting guard for the basketball team. This was the first game of his senior season, and the 18-year-old had been waiting the entire summer and fall for this to begin.
Austin went to the bathroom before leaving, and while washing his hands, studied his face in the mirror with his gray eyes. His short, dark brown hair was a little messed-up, but it would be soaked in sweat in a couple hours, so it hardly mattered. His complexion was a lot better than most guys his age, but of course, he wasn't without the occasional pimple or two.
He stepped out of the bathroom and threw on his hooded sweatshirt, covering up his toned arms. Wearing his hoodie and sweatpants, he walked to the staircase and called up to his mother, who was getting ready to leave for the game herself.
"Mom! I'm gonna leave!"
Austin Michaels crouched near his dog, Lacy, and began to pet her head. Austin felt Lacy was his good-luck charm ever since his family got her in the middle of last basketball season. It wasn't that he tore it up on the court every night, but he never had a really bad outing since they got the dog.
He smiled and stood up, getting in one last stretch before preparing to depart for Concordia High School, where he played as the starting shooting guard for the basketball team. This was the first game of his senior season, and the 18-year-old had been waiting the entire summer and fall for this to begin.
Austin went to the bathroom before leaving, and while washing his hands, studied his face in the mirror with his gray eyes. His short, dark brown hair was a little messed-up, but it would be soaked in sweat in a couple hours, so it hardly mattered. His complexion was a lot better than most guys his age, but of course, he wasn't without the occasional pimple or two.
He stepped out of the bathroom and threw on his hooded sweatshirt, covering up his toned arms. Wearing his hoodie and sweatpants, he walked to the staircase and called up to his mother, who was getting ready to leave for the game herself.
"Mom! I'm gonna leave!"
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