The Softballer *Discontinued*

Chapter 4

Chapter 4
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I woke up to the sound of my alarm. I looked over to the clock. It read six a.m. That's too early. I was about to roll over, but I remembered why I set my alarm for such an early time. The talent show is today. And I'm in it. With Skylar. 'Ugh, I'm not ready for this,' I thought.

I roll out of my bed, and walk down stairs. I grabbed my cereal, a bowl, a spoon, and milk. I pour the cereal in the bowl, and then the milk.

I say down at the table and slowly, but surely, eat my cereal. It was pretty good.

I got up for the table when I was done,and washed my bowl. I walked upstairs to my bathroom. I do my daily routine, which includes brushing my hair, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed.

Remember the outfit I got at the mall? That's what I'm wearing, but instead of jean shorts, I'm wearing skinny jeans and basketball shoes.

I put in some foundation, blush, eye shadow, liquid eye liner, and mascara. I decided to curl my naturally dirty blonde hair.

When I was finished with all of that, I looked at my floor-length mirror. I looked hot!

I walked out of the bathroom, the same time my mom came out of her bedroom.

"What are you doing up?" She asks groggily.

"I'm getting ready for school. The talent show is today. Mom, I am in it," I tell her.

"Why didn't you tell me this before?" She asks.

"Uhm, I did. You said ok," I answered. Moms these days.

"Oh, but do you even know the song? I mean, you guys haven't even practice. And you know you aren't a good singer. You are just going to embarrass yourself," she says. "I'm going back to sleep, it's only six forty-five."

"Ok," I say. I'm going over to Skylars to practice in about fifteen minutes. I need to get everything ready.

Crap! I forgot all about my homework that was assigned yesterday. It is math, so it will be easy.

I grab the work sheet from my bag. I start on the first problem.

'Find the answer to each problem.

Problem:8•x= 56 x=?

Answer: x=7.'

This is going to be easy.

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After I finished my twenty problems worksheet, I write a note to my mom. It says:

Dear mom,
I'm going to be at Skylar's to practice for the talent show. Wish me luck!
Love,
Samantha.

Feeling satisfied, I grabbed my bag and walked out the door.

We are singing Dear Future Husband by Meghan Trainor. I picked the song. I love Meghan Trainor. So much.

I walked up to Skylar's door, since she just lives down the street.

"Are you ready to practice?"

"I guess I am," I reply to her question.

"You know your part?"

"Yep, and yours, too," I reply truthfully. I love this song.

"Ok, then we are ready to practice," she mumbles.

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