Time To Meet The World.

Girl Meets World: Of Terror.

Emily's POV

We are in Mr. Matthews class as Farkle clutches to his desk as he tries and gets Farkle off of it. It's Halloween!

"No no no no no!" Farkle saya.

"Let go, Farkle. It's only gym class." Mr. Matthews tells him.

"They throw things at me!" Farkle's exclaims.

"Who?" He asks Farkle.

"Maya!" He says as sounds of thunder is crashing. I jump in !y spot. Lucas looks at me, confused. I just look down.

"I'm the pitcher." Maya says.

"They make me stand there in front of everybody!" He says.

"He's the batter." I say.

"There's a guy behind me in a mask!" Farkle says.

"That'd be the catcher, sir." Lucas says.

"And then somebody screams." Farkle says.

"That's the umpire." Mr. Matthews says.

"No, that's me." Farkle says.

"I'm still not gonna write you a note for gym class, Farkle. It's softball. What could possibly go wrong in softball?" Thunder crashes again making me jump again. Lucas looks at me cautiously. I look away from him.

I see Farkle holding on to Mr. Matthews a la piggyback. "Get off." Me. Matthews says to him.

We are now in the gymnasium, playing softball.

"Batter up!"

"It's raining outside. Why are we playing softball inside? We should be playing dodgeball. No, wait! What am I talking about? We should be square dancing. Yeah! We should be swinging our partner!" Farkle says and swings me in a circle. I smile at him when he stops.

"You should be swinging your bat, Farkle. Get in there! What are you afraid of?" Coach asks him. Farkle whispers something I don't hear. "You're afraid of getting hit by the ball?" Coach Gleason says loudly. Farkle says something else I don't hear. "You're afraid of public humiliation? Quit your bellyaching. She throws straight as a rope.

Maya hurls softball to catcher so fast, it sounded like thunder. I jumped at the thunder.

Riley sings. "Check, check, check her out. Check our little pitcher out!"

"Riles?" Maya asks.

"All right. Third base. I'm ready." She starts to ask about her glove. "What hand does this thing go on?"

"You know what hand it goes..." I start but watch as Lucas goes to Riley and helps. "Oh..."

"Thanks." She says to him.

"Yeah, okay." Lucas says.

I laugh as Riley slaps Lucas from behind with her glove. "Yeah, I did that." I smirk at what she said to him.

Farkle asks Coach Gleason. "Why do I have to be up?"

"Why does anybody have to be up, Farkle? Why does anybody have to be anything? Why do I have to be a gym teacher? I could be a ballerina!" I raise my eyebrows as he twirls like a ballerina. "Doo, doo, doo! Doo, doo, doo! Don't work, do it? Know why? 'Cause I'm a gym teacher and you're up!"

Farkle gets at bat and grunts as Maya starts to throw. Maya throws ball which hits the edge of Farkle's bat as he poses. "Wait, can he do that?" She asks.

"He's in the batter's box. Ball one!" Our coach says. Farkle screams as Maya throws again I smirk. "Ball two!"'

"He's rattling my pitcher, Coach. He's doing it on purpose. He's an evil, genius mastermind." Lucas says to Coach.