Half Court


I was petrified. As I woke up and tried to find her in my now messy bed, there was not a sign of anything. I checked the time and it was time for practice. I tightened my skirt, packed my racquets and rushed to find my match partner desperately looking out for me as the tournament commenced today. As I fastened my shoe laces her face and bare body couldn’t stop lingering in my head. After the match, I reached out to Nick and asked about the girl in my bed last night. He was startled as we never met any girl last night and took it for humour and had a good laugh. For me, however, it was the start of a great horror.

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