Oi!

"Hey, piss ant wake the hell up!"

I heard a sudden slap come onto the back of my head(likeyacutg) The power of it could rival the strength of a tornado. I quickly woke up as if a bucket of cold water splashed on my face, now looking at myself, I am drenched. Not in water but sweat.

"Hnng huh?"

"Look man you just got fouled while in traffic, we either switch you out or you get up dude."

Some small looking kid was talking to me, the hell am I? I quickly got up to my feet but at the attempt, I felt a small pinch of pain towards my right shoulder as if it had been in current contact. I quickly try opening my eyes and look at the open field.

A court with a small crowd around and the people around me are playing basketball. Wasn't I in the NBA why am I here?

"Bro, hurry the hell up before we get called for delaying the game."

The same kid from before pushed me towards the free-throw line and the people were already lined up. The centers and the power forwards were there. I planted my feet on the line and looked at the ref who before paused the game for a moment to look at me. He gave a thought then bounce passed the ball right to me.

I attempt to square up with my elbows to my knees but for some reason, it was like my body had been switched out for some scrawny kid. I attempted to throw the ball up with my weight from my knees going into my elbows with the ball. It hit the rim.

My teammates gave me some looks of distrust and malice as I attempted the next free-throw. Airball.

After that, I got a wack to the back of my head again. It was the kid from before. Slowly the air in the room turned cold.

"You're out of here."

Then the coach from the bench came up into the court and grabbed me from the jersey, I tried my best wrestling out of his strong grip but I couldn't. He walked towards the bench with me and planted me onto the bench.

"Alright, Ichiro."

"You are going to tell me what the hell is going on!"

The old man with sort of tall and fat build tried to hit me with his fist.

I swiftly dodged as he was a bit too slow for that.

"Look, I know I haven't been giving you a lot of minutes, but this should never EVER translate into the game. I am suspending you for 5 games until you wrap this behavior up."

The coach looked down as if not to look at the disappointment he created.

"Get the hell out."

I stood there shocked at what was going on, how come I was getting berated for something I didn't know about? I can't tell, I focused on the man's last words and looked for the gym door, well there was a lot of doors which one was it?

"Uh, coa-"

"I SAID GET THE HELL OUT!"

The man got up and yelled and the whole gym went quiet he then pointed to the door on the farthest right of the court. I decided to just start a light jog to run from what just happened.

After getting quickly tired I decided to check through my pockets and found a phone. I swiped up to open it up. I didn't really have a security feature because I don't really wanna remember anything about it.

I saw the texts and saw at least 10 messages from this contact named "Mom"

Mom: HELLO ICHIRO ARE YOU OKAY?

It looked sort of odd as all the messages were in all caps. I decided to ignore them, what could go wrong? (oh plenty)

I swiped on the screen rubbing it more. Saw some games here and there and then saw Spotify. It was the cracked version because I didn't like the ads from the original one.

I found some old earbuds and decided to wear them as well, plugging it into the phone and playing some good old "Life of Pablo" by Kanye West.

I still understood English as the lyrics came in while "Ultralight Beam" played. How do I understand this Japanese language? I don't really understand. (you won't ever).

I felt a bump on my back and I fell to the ground.

"Would you look at that, the joke of the whole team skipping a match?"

"Could you believe it?"

I made sure to get situated with what was happening and looked at the group of people who just shoved me into the ground. God, this body is so weak.

I saw about four kids that had the seifuku winter edition uniforms that the school gave out. Two kids were tall and had almost an Elvis Presley sort of haircut while the others had shorter hair that was close to a fade.

One of the kids came toward me and flicked his finger onto my head making me stop my thought.

"Oi punk are you listening?!"

"Ow"

"Okay, give the money and your pants up right now, or else we're doing it for you kid."

"Why the pants?"

"Don't question us!"

The kid smacked the side of my head.

I decided to fall down and got on my knees and gripped on the ground of sand.

The moment the guy got closer to me I instantly got up and threw it up on the guy's face and kicked him in the balls.

"You b-"

The man's face was in total pain and he couldn't speak after what happened to his jewels.

I instantly started running. Though I didn't know my destination I still ran through the streets and alleys to get away from the three kids that chased me. I managed to sneak into one of the bathrooms of this store I got into.

I got on my phone and made sure to text the "Mom" contact on my phone.

Me: Mom where do we live

Mom: SO NOW YOU TEXT AND YOU DONT KNOW WHERE YOU LIVE???

Mom: GO TO X STREET BETWEEN Y DRIVE!!!

I instantly put my phone back in my pocket and heard constant knocking.

"ICHIRO YOU BASTARD YOU'RE GOING TO DIE FOR THIS OPEN THE HELL UP!"

I quickly looked around and saw a window. I opened the side of it and fit in quite easily. Once I got out of there what awaited me was the worst day ever.

"Get him!"

Pain. I felt a pain in my stomach and fell and then I felt the stomps that came right after. Small samples of blood spit through my mouth. Gritting my teeth throughout the whole thing.

After a while, the pain was still there but the impact stopped. I quickly turned to look at the sky while there were some buildings the towered over the main focus was the sky blue.

It took me a while to get my legs up and ready to at least walk. I checked my phone and it was cracked, though it still worked. Convenient how they didn't tamper with it, guess they didn't care about it.

What a shitty day.