The sun shines down lightly on Jimmy. The most noticeable sounds are of a basketball beating on the pavement, his heavy breathing and cicadas chirping.

Jimmy rubs his hand over his bruised up face after his fight with Bryson. Bryson deserved it, he shouldn't have said that. No one should say that. His jaw clenched and he felt a raise of anger in his body. The work shifts just for his moms beer money. Everything was annoying him. His breathing, the sound of the ball, how his top was rubbing against him. "Fuck!" Jimmy snapped throwing the ball onto the ground.

Jimmy as much as he hated it he ran home. He didn't have a safe place anymore. He didn't have nitaanni's house, nitaanni's mom, the court or anything left. He had his room but what was his room when there was memories of everything in there. "Fuck" he whispers his eyes welling up with tears as his head fell into his hands.