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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Sincerely Sencera - A Fictional Blog</title><link>http://www.sincerelysencera.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SincerelySencera" /><description>The fictional works of Sencera Yvonne Greii. I've always found the correlation between reality and fiction fascinating. With this blog I ahve taken a mashup of what's real and what's fiction to show you the bigger picture of peoples actions.</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Sencera Yvonne' Greii)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:27:08 PST</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info uri="sincerelysencera" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><media:copyright>Copyright Sencera Yvonne Greii</media:copyright><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email><itunes:name>Sincerely Sencera</itunes:name></itunes:owner><itunes:author>Sincerely Sencera</itunes:author><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>The fictional works of Sencera Yvonne Greii. I've always found the correlation between reality and fiction fascinating. With this blog I ahve taken a mashup of what's real and what's fiction to show you the bigger picture of peoples actions.</itunes:subtitle><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><item><title>Hoop Dreams | 0-3</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SincerelySencera/~3/V14XxR9SQTQ/hoop-dreams-03.html</link><category>the game of life</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Sincerely Sencera)</author><pubDate>Mon, 01 Feb 2010 00:27:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3725014526001372260.post-8826170551739439635</guid><description>This morning is different. There is silence in the house, just Eddy sitting at the kitchen table staring out of the window. When Dominicks father walked in the kitchen that's when the explosion happened. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;What the hell am I supposed to do now!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Eddy what the fuck are you talking about, damn can't a nigga get breakfast in peace?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;How long she staying here? I don't have time to chase her lil hot ass around the streets of Baltimore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Go head with that shit woman, she gonna be here, deal with it. I'm taking her up to the school today so that's that.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dominick and Sam were upstairs preparing to go to school. Sam never acted like anything her stepmother said about her phased her. She had a hard exterior and she figured anything was better than living with six people in a New York brownstone while her real mother ran the streets. To Eddy Sam was a reminder of the trouble she had with her husband over the years. Sam was concieved during his marriage to Eddy and she felt like Sam was forced on her but at the time she wanted her marriage in tact for the sake of Dominick who was three years old at the time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Sam, are you staying this time?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp; Of course, I aint got nothin to go back to, so I'm here.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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As they walked down the steps Eddy was standing at the end and greeted them with an illfated hug. Dominick and Sam left with their father to go to school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725014526001372260-8826170551739439635?l=www.sincerelysencera.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"I'm so tired, I'm ready to go home for the day."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Don't be no punk son! Get up off the bench and do what coach told you."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"DAD! I'm bout to die on them sprints!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"It's up to you, if you can't perform here you sure as hell can't be no professional, aint nobody gonna want&amp;nbsp;no lazy ass player on there team."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Hey guys what's the problem? Coach said. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;No problem, Dominick just having an outta body experience.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They all laughed and Dominick went back to the court with the rest of the team as his father watched from the bleachers. Whenever Dominick had an "outta body experience" his father was always there to reign him back in. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
After practice they headed back home. When they got there they noticed that Sam was sitting on the front porch with all of her bags, Sam was Dominick's half sister. She lived with them on and off for years. Her mother lived in New York and never really wanted to be bothered with being a parent. Whenever Sam came town they knew something was wrong. This time her mother's boyfriend tried to rape her...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Babygirl what's going on? How did you get down here?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I caught the China Town bus. I can' t go back up there with momma. Her boyfriend aint shit! that nigga tried to fuck me and now she say I's trying to steal her man. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"No worries you go on in the house Eddy should be home soon, we'll work it out. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eddy had a double standard when it came to Sam, she always wanted her to stay with them but she was jealous of the relationship between Sam and the men of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725014526001372260-6920091286611970682?l=www.sincerelysencera.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"Dad, when I go to the NBA I'm gonna buy you and mama a house!"&lt;/em&gt; he told his father as they walked to the corner store. &lt;br /&gt;
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His dad was one of his biggest supporters. Even though his father wasn't the shining example set fourth by Bill Cosby he was a father, the kind of father that walked his son to school every morning and played one on one with him at the local recreation center. Growing up in a two parent household was not that common where Dominick was from but he was one of the lucky ones at least that is how it looked on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Dominick bring ya ass down these fuckin stairs now and take out the trash"&lt;/em&gt; his mother yelled abruptly. &lt;br /&gt;
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He jumped up threw his slippers on and ran downstairs. &lt;br /&gt;
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His mother hit him in his chest with her fist and said &lt;em&gt;"You just like your lazy ass father",&lt;/em&gt; she turned away and walked back down in the basement. &lt;br /&gt;
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He grabbed the trash and headed outside to the alley.&amp;nbsp;As soon as he got to the alley he saw his best friend Tory.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;"Hey Tory you wanna shoot some hoops?"&lt;/em&gt; they met at the end of the alley where there was a makeshift basketball hoop, an egg crate nailed to the utility pole. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Tory you ever want to run away?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "All the time"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Where would you go?"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I'd go to Paris!" &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;"Well I'd go to New York and live in the subways like those people on Tv"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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They continued playing for what seemed like hours, it was the only way they could let their imaginations run wild. Dominick's mother is a drug addict and his father a drug dealer. His weekends were filled with dreams, anything to escape the walls of his home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3725014526001372260-749148411278157336?l=www.sincerelysencera.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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