Basketball Fiction Mga Nobela at Kwento

“ I just need to sleep it off, Mav. Have fun at the bonfire.” ​I tossed the phone face down and opened my laptop. Writing was the only thing that made me feel better. I started typing, getting lost in the world I created. ​"What are you working on?" Jessie asked after about an hour. She was sitting on her bed painting her nails a bright red. ​"Just... fiction," I said, trying to sound casual. ​"Wait, like a book? Let me see!" ​"It's nothing, really," I said, but my face was already turning red. "I post on a site called StoryVerse under a fake name. I’ve never told anyone. Not even my best friend knows about it."