The pop tart plight

Chapter 1

Raelyn POV

"Come on! That wasn't a strike! It was to her ankles! How stupid can one person be?!"I yelled as my best friend Delilah was called out after a horrible call by the ump. She stormed into the dugout trying not to get too upset. "It's okay dude. That was a bull dump call but now we have to fight back harder."

She looked up at me and nodded, putting her face mask on while I put on my catchers gear. "Everyone, come here!"Delilah yelled. We got in a circle and I began my speech type thingy.

"Listen up girls. These umpires don't know what they're talking about. But this happens sometimes. We have played games like this before. Leave no room for question and error. We have the skill and the ability, now let's crush those Indians!"

"Whoooo!!!"Everyone whooped and hollered as we went out on the field. The batter stepped up and I put my helmet on my face. "Lets end this game." I thought as Delilah pitched the ball.....

*1 hour later*

"Here's to a great start to the season. And to a 5/0 record!"Coach Stew said as we raised our glasses. Oh, I'm sorry, that sounded fancy. We are at a little ice cream place called Toni's drinking milkshakes. It doesn't even have an inside. We are on picnic tables outside of it.

"You played a great game girls. And let's give a cheer to our captains, Rae and Deli."Coach said. We ended up winning, 15-11. "Hey, that was a great catch there at the end. And I saw that little victory dance."Delilah or as I call her, Frenchie, said. "Yeah, but that pitch in the bottom of the 6th was pure genius. Fastball, low and inside, was perfect for that girl. She swung and missed completely!"I replied back. "Stop, you make me blush." Frenchie said giggling.

"Anyway, you need a ride?"I asked as we threw away our trash. "Only if I can drive."I looked at her with a blank expression before replying. "Then you can walk, no one drives black beauty but me."

She looked at me with a pout before trudging to my black 2012 jeep. It wasn't brand new but it was my baby. I bought it at the end of Freshman year before I even got my license. Now, I'm a sophomore and 16. And yes, I used my own money. I dropped Frenchie off at her house before heading to mine.

"Hey mom, dad. Is Blake home?"I questioned my parents as I walked into my kitchen. "Nope, he's at the lake staying with Gino. How was the game?"

Surprise surprise. And before you think my parents are workaholics that don't have time for sporting events, my dad had to help my sister buy a car and my mom had to help my grandma move some furniture. Seriously, my dad is an English Professor and my mom works 40 hour weeks at the FBI.

"Okay, we won, 15-11."I replied shortly. "Nice job baby bubba. Now get to bed, you have school tomorrow. Love you." My dad high fives me. "Night dad love you. Night mom love you." I rushed upstairs eager to take a shower.

After that was finished, I put on my underwear and a big t-shirt then crawled into bed slipping into sleep.