'What the hell?' He said to himself, rubbing his hands over his face. For a moment he stared at himself and just looked. Trampling out of the shower, he made his way to the sink counter and wiped off the foggy mirror to show his face. He quickly pulled the shower curtain back while grabbing one of the large towels and wrapping it around his waist to cover his lower body. His hand was still wrapped and his ribs were still in pain and thinking about that whole scenario just made it all worse. He quickly turned the water off and began to pant heavily. He immediately opened his eyes and began gasping for air. It was the Hollow staring into the front window of the bus.

Five minutes into his shower, an image flashed into his membrane. He began to wash himself down with soft Dove soap and hummed songs to himself. So hot that he had been sweating despite being drenched in water. He made sure it was the perfect temperature, more hot than it could have been cold. He locked his phone back, 'Ye, imma just act like I'm sleep or some on me.' Michael said, slinging the towel over his shoulder before entering the shower. He just knew that if she found out he was going out tonight, there would be hell to pay for the rest of the week. She wanted to come over for the night, but he had blown her off way earlier. Seven of them were from the UofH groupchat but two others were from his friends asking for rides and his last one was from his girlfriend. He hummed a few tunes before finally picking up his phone to over ten notifications. While still in his room, Michael began to gather a new set of clothes and readied himself for his upcoming shower. I'm finna fuck around get ready right now and get allat out the way.' He paused his sentence and his game, 'Yeah I'm finna be on the way in a minute.' Without another word, he quickly tossed his headset to the desk and stood to his feet. She told me pull up, my damn hand still hurt though on Bet. 'Shiiitt, Neisha 'nem got a section at Spire or somethin' like that. Pausing the music, Michael listened to the words coming through his headset. Trill niga, I just wanna leave it on her face like a real niga! Hah, hah, hah! He continued to sing at the top of his lungs. Hah, a'Crip niga, i just wanna ride around broad day and empty clips with 'em. One, two, THREE, FOUR, bitch nigas gotta go. One, two, three, four, bitch nigas gotta go. 'Hah, Hah, hah! One, two, three, four, bitch nigas gotta go. He was playing the newest release of the NBA2K Franchise Basketball game and blasting music in his ear. Dre and before him was a video game console, a PS5 to be specific. He rested within the four walls of his room, sitting in what was clearly a gaming chair of his. When the Knight mentioned he'd be seeing more of what he say that night, he didn't expect it to mean this. Over the course of the two months, Michael began to see more souls and ghosts of the passed on. He was allowed the play within the summer camps of the Cougars and tournaments during the start of the summer and since it was all over, he couldn't help but to think about the whole fiasco.ДЄ few months passed and it finally reached the final few weeks of the summer-a whole month to be exact. That was the end-point of what was going to be considered the 'pre pre-season' so Michael didn't care about it too much, he was ready for the season that was coming up. Supernatural things like that just didn't happen in America, no not even in real life. His physical condition was in complete shambles and his mind just couldn't get off of the situation that occured with himself, the Hollow, and the Knight. But the remaining teams were absolutely too much for him to handle. He played that Oregon game with two broken fingers and a pair of fractured ribs and managed to still come out on top. That may have been true and all, but the real reason was because of the state Michael was in. They were all within the Top 5 rankings and the fact that they were able to beat one of the top five gave the team all the more looks they needed. The teams they were forced to face against were nothing shy of untalented. MEMORIES When you can finally see a soul.ДЄfter a long tournament in New York City, the Houston Cougars finished Fourth Place.

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