I was just sitting in my car. My brakes are on. I'm waiting on someone, someone you might call an alien . He is a friend... In a way. I'm sorry how rude of me. Let me introduce myself. Hi I'm Sam I know weird name for a girl. My parents wanted a boy but instead they got me. I'm 5'6 and have a comely appearance. But even though I'm not a boy I compensate for it because I play some sports that might seem boyish. I'm more erratic with my sports then other people. I play baseball not softball and football not powderpuff. Actually that is why my "friend" is coming. His name is Castiel but I just call him Cas for short. Cas is coming to join our baseball team here at Walhalla High School. I know what you're thinking "why is a foreign guy coming to play baseball for us?" Well to answer that question you would have to ask coach. Coach Holcomb said it was to fortify our team but I don't think that is the reason. I think it's because wants the baseball team to be more lucrative and stuff. Some of the guys asked "does he have to be on the team?" but coach was unflinching and said he had too. Well anyways Cas is in my car now and he brought a note with him from the UK. The note was so illegible that I couldn't make out what it was saying. The note was for coach to read anyways. When we finally got to where Cas is staying I had to help him get his stuff out of the car and into his apartment. When we walked in there was mediocre furniture and a couple of windows. It wasn't very big but it was enough for him. The next day we had practice. It went okay besides the fact that Cas got jeered and tantalize so he got kinda mad so coach had to adjourn practice until the problem was fixed. As the season went on the team warmed up to Cas but there were some that didn't so coach used expulsion from the team as a consequence. Today was the day. The day that we would play West Oak. Coach was terse today, he said that if we didn't pull this off we would be done for the season. As I looked at the field I saw where the fence was and I saw fodder around the sides of it. I looked back at home plate and said to myself "it's game time". We get to bat first. As I went up the the plate to get ready to swing my bat I hear someone yell "I love you Sam" and so I step out of the batter's box and look to see who it was. I finally found the perpetrator. It was Cas and I screamed it back. As the game went on a I noticed some feints and I sullied my pants. We subjugated the game and the West Oak players got mad and what seemed like dissoluted. After that season coach brought on new players and we proliferated what we did that season. Now we are the best in the state. Some believe we owe our great foulness to our coach but I think we owe it to Cas.
