My parents were the Dursleys (from Harry Potter) but the dad was Kanye West. The three of them were playing basketball in the driveway, and were making me retrieve every ball that rolled away. This happened often because Kanye, Petunia and Dudley Dursley were known to be terrible at basketball. One time when I was retrieving the ball, I saw my friend chillin’ at a frozen yogurt stand. She urged me to join her and take a break from their bs. After a bit of convincing, I agreed. We ate until our hearts were content, and had a pretty great time. I knew, though, that I had to return with the basketball soon, as I was disturbing their play time. When I came back, Kanye was angry, and told me off because I took too long and he couldn’t finish his game. He then challenged me to a basketball-off in a huge stadium with a crowd watching. If I lost, I’d die, and if I won, I would finally be set free from my awful family. The game began and my heart was pounding. The whistle blew and I grabbed the ball, dribbled it for a bit, and dunk on Kanye. I’ve won! The crowd went wild, and I was set free, and then I woke up.