Nba Youngboy Education Novels & Stories

He bragged and I can't hide my laughter looking at my seven years old baby boy bragging on how popular he is, “So you don't like any of them?” “Nhhh, I'm more focused on becoming a basketball championship winner, that's my goal for now mum, I have no interest in girls” “Ohhh okay” I nodded, “So anything interesting you want to talk about, I want to keep you company before grandma returns”

"We have something to tell you too." Todd looked up at his mother. His eyes were red. Martha took a deep breath. "I've been talking to some people in California. Scouts. Coaches. They've seen your game, Todd. They know what you're capable of." Todd shook his head slowly. "Mom, I'm not—" "Let me finish, please." Martha said firmly. "There's a prep academy in Los Angeles. It's for athletes who are being scouted for the NBA. They have trainers, nutritionists, coaches who have worked with professional players. They want you to come out for a trial."

"You will rest if you're dead. And the way you will die is at the arena. So unless you want me to beat the crap out of you, move!" The young boy had no choice but to start training. Despite the fact that his whole body is in pain, the young boy began lifting the weights, punching the bag, and train himself. The young boy's name is Arman. He was sold by his mother after she drowns in debt for too much gambling. Arman is a nine-year-old boy who arrived at the compound three months ago. Since then, he was forced to train so he can give a good fight. Arman dreamed of being a doctor when he grows up. He wanted to help those who could not afford proper medical assistance.

Leo said grinning from ear to ear. "Sweet." Norah muttered as she hanged up. Leo smiled clearly proud of himself, He handed Tim the phone then grabbed his sports bag. Every Monday Leo had soccer practice, his school made sure that their learners had alot of extra-curricular activities that way they would always be occupied with other vile ideas of society such as drugs and the whole lot.

Silly boy had also not gotten to the event so I agreed to pick him up. “What do you think the charity is about?” Liam asked when he was all buckled up. “I honestly don’t know” I admitted and I should have known. “Would you look it up for me?” “Sure” he whipped out his phone and started reading out words from it, seconds later. “Funds for education and youth empowerment. Raising funds to sponsor scholarships and unprivileged students. Also aiming to build digital learning centres in rural schools” I listened with utmost pride, “Mum is doing great. I love that”

So, he did everything he needs to do just to ensure that his son would not grow like him. Blake had given him tons of books about businesses and proper etiquettes. At the age of five, he was taught by a well-known and professional boxer, martial arts, and all self-defense that one could attain. Damon didn’t like the set up at first, but as time goes on and on. He found a safe haven on it. A source of happiness that Damon didn’t think he would be needing. And so, when age at seven, he was already a graduate of elementary. That’s how his Dad was so determined to fuel his kid like a soldier in a combat where they need to be fully equipped and ready, and so does Damon.

Kate explains. “Yeah, exactly Grade 7,” Lor jumps in. “We were so happy because we had double summer vacations. Little did we know two extra years of high school were waiting for us because of the new K-12. As if four years of high school hell wasn’t enough.” “Right,” Nathan says, grinning. “You know, just three batches ahead of us, people are still graduating from university at the age of 20.” “My younger brother Leonard,” Lor says, “is twelve years old. There was no graduation ceremony and he didn’t get a diploma, just a certificate of completion.”

"Around seven or eight years old, based on school records I was able to access. He attends Bradshaw Prestigious Academy. And there's no history of a father figure in his life. No man has ever been seen with them regularly. No father listed on any documents I could find. Just her, the kid, and Ruby Chen." "What!" Sasha's voice cracked on the word. "I'm sending you a picture now. Just got it this morning from one of my contacts who works near the school." Sasha's phone buzzed with an incoming message. She ended the call with shaking fingers and quickly opened the attachment. It showed a young boy, maybe seven or eight years old, standing outside what looked like the entrance to Bradshaw Academ

" It's not your fault. I won't be surprised if he shows up every time because he knows it pisses me off. " Is this a good time to ask about what happened?" He sighed, changing the elevator direction to the top floor. " We were not close, but we used to be friends. At least until he became a douche bag. he got this massive deal in high school to become a fully funded player for the NBA. It was a huge deal and everyone was swarming around him for congratulations. The next week I finally got to be in the NBA too..just had to pass one fucking test. He has a falling out with Chad and Chad yelled out in the whole school that he hated the fact I was going to be in the NBA with him.

Although, the college is mainly for elites and the rich kids. I should have started school last week but I was so busy working at my Dad's coffee shop to raise money for my books. My Dad isn't financially stable right now and my Mum is actually dead while my brother was serving a term in jail. His case is really a sore topic. So for now, it’s just me and my Dad at home. I'm Ariel Woods, eighteen and I love cute puppies. I have wavy flowing blonde hair and cute blue eyes although the glasses I put on conceals its beauty.