The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 1

Chapter 1
Edited

"Sam!" I heard my mother, Ashley, yell from down stairs. "Come down here! I want you to try on your new glove!"

"I'll be right down, mom," I say in a cheerful voice, but groaning internally.

"It's a two hundred dollar Mizuno catching glove. I hope you like it. I think it feels much better than that piece of leather we call your glove. You've been needing this for a while now," I heard her mumble. It sounded as if she was talking to herself rather than me.

I try the glove on, and my mom does have a point. It feels really good.

"As much as I hate to admit it, you were right. It does feel really good," I tell her. As much as I like it, I still wish she would've gotten me make-up or something a preteen would like. But then again, in not like most preteens.

"Aren't you going to the mall with your friends today?" Mom asks me. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought she was trying to get rid of me.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for reminding me. I'm going to go take a shower and get ready," I mumble while going up the stairs.

"Don't forget that we have practice tonight," she reminded me, again.

"Ok," I simply reply. I go into my bedroom, and I grab the clothes I was planning on wearing to the mall. Nothing to revealing, yet nothing that would make me sweat.

I walk out the door and into my bathroom. I strip down, and get into the shower. Not wanting to waste anytime, I hurry and wash up. I wash my face with my face cleanser that was supposed to prevent pimples, and so far, it has done a pretty good job. I wash my hair, using both my strawberry scented shampoo and my conditioner. I then wash my body, making sure I wash everywhere.

I get out and dry off. Then I blow dry my hair. After it gets good and dry, I tame it by brushing it.

Next I get dressed in a black tank top, and put on a Hogs shirt over it. For pants, I put on a short pair of jean shorts.

For my make-up, I put on some black eye liner, and then mascara. No foundation, or blush. I don't wanna look like I'm trying to over do it.

I put on a pair of socks, and my converse.

I smile while I walk down the stairs. My smile only grows when I hear them gasp.

"Hello, Bella. Hello, Skylar," I smirk.

"Who are you and what have you done with Sam!" Skylar squeals.

"Oh, please. I don't look that different," I say.

"Yeah, you do. You are to gorgeous. It's not fair for us," Bella pouts.

"Haha. Now let's go to the mall," I tell them.

"Okay!" They both say, enthusiastically.

We walk outside of my house, and start to walk down the street. It was silent the whole time.

When we get to the mall, we go to our favorite place, the food court!

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