Life Under the Bridge

A Swing of a Diffence

One lap.
Two.
Three.
"Alight boys, that's enough." Dylan shouted to the team as we finished our third run from each foul pole.
I ran back to the dugout, I was sweating, panting even. However, it did make sense, I wasn't the most fit guy on the team, and having asthma made it harder to keep up. I packed my started out of the dugout. I didn't really talk to anybody, I was from a small Catholic school out of town, so I didn't know anybody on the team, save for one kid who went to the local Catholic school in town.
I took a long swig of water. I hated leaving practice. Since I never really talked to anybody on the team it was a nice place for me to just stand in the outfield, and think. Then for some strange reason, as I was walking out, the kid I knew from the local school, August was his name, hopped out in front of me with a smug on his face.
"Taylor wants you to tell her your kik," August said.
For a second I was nervous, but I at leas t attempted to hide it by sort of brushing it off. "How come?"
"I don't know," August said, shrugging. "Maybe it's because you're going to our school this year,"
A pang of guilt hit my stomach. I still hadn't told my friends from my school that I was going to move to St. Rose, the little local school in town. "Maybe," I shrugged.