"Hey," he says, kind of worried, "are you okay.?" She clears her head and focuses on talking to him. "Ya, I'm fine, here let me help you," she says still groggy as she picks up the binder. "Sorry," he answers, "I have to go, or I'll be late." He walks away leaving her to wonder who he is.
She goes through her day kind of robotic, not really paying attention. She gets to her fifth period, science. It ha never been her favorite class, but she still makes it fun. She pulls out her binder to, get her homework, when she realizes that it is the wrong binder. "They must have gotten mixed up during our collision earlier this morning," she thinks to herself. All if the sudden, she gets called down to the office.
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The Pitch
Genç KurguBrooke 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.
