Okay, let's go back a few weeks. Brooke wakes up groggy from her game the night before.( it was a win). Slowly she gets up and ready for school. It's a normal day, or so she thinks. She rushes to eat her breakfast, which is rather gross, almost being late for her bus. She sits by Amaya, as usual, and starts to gush about her game. They arrive at school, Brooke takes a deep breath before walking in.
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The Pitch
Teen FictionBrooke is up to the plate ready to throw a strike, when she catches the eye of him. The only boy that has ever mattered. She is hopelessly in love with him, and the game.
