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Chapter two- Cricket

After trying out for my primary school's cricket team for the last three years and failing, I finally fulfil the dream and make the team in sixth grade which was one of my most proud achievements. That was till I realised the teacher who administered the teams had let everyone one who tried out into the team. Did I have any cricketing skills, probably not? I was placed into team B which was for the leftovers.

I walk onto the pitch to bat for my team. My team who was already losing horribly losing every match that we played at that moment. Walking onto the pitch I felt like I was in one of those movie moments until that feeling died when the opposing team decided to make a comment.

'Oh shit, it's a girl'.Two members of the opposing team called. I just death glared them through my helmet. Oh did they just underestimate me. What was that supposed to mean? Only if I could whack my bat into their faces and be like, 'oh shit it's your face.' Well I regret now not doing that. Since I was eleven during that time swearing was inappropriate and not a part of my vocabulary. That only made me more enraged. I was going to represent all the girls and show those guys I could play. I am the worst person to pick to do that.

On the pitch was me and my old friend Nadir. He was also batting for the first time fir that game. As I was sharing my captaincy, my teammate would be listening to my calls. If only I had captaincy skills. Nadir had swiftly hit the ball but not too far away. Still I told him to run but because of my poor decision making skills during tha game and told him to run back even though he had almost run halfway of the pitch. Unfortunately when running back he got a wicket and was out on a golden duck. That should have been me. To make things better I, very soon after was bowled out not hitting a single ball. So much for proving myself.

I guess after two losses it really didn't matter that the team lost. I apologised to Nadir and he was totally fine which made me feel a whole lot better. After our games, which all was unsurprising short, we decided to cheer for team A. Those two boys who made that stupid comment, well I think karma got to them as team A for our school had won the whole competition in the end anyway.
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I walk into Ravi's house, a place I haven't been to for four years, since I was eleven. Nothing much has changed their house is still blue with old styled furniture and white tiles. In that same four years Ravi and I haven't had a genuine conversation. Only questions and answers, apologies and your typical 'hi' and 'bye', the only things we would hear from each other. So as expected I didn't talk to him again, in fact I didn't even see him. His cousins were hosting a party at their house and being a friend of his cousin Riya I was invited. (Riya's own house is too small to have a party in.) There were plenty of people there but I only talked to her and two other school friends that she invited.

I walk into the extended part of the house. Since it was an extension the door frame I walked through was sticking out of the floor. Clumsy as I am I tried to avoid, instead stabbing my toe right into it. It was very painful.

I walk down past a trophy case and admire what showcased. Ravi had won so many awards for his former cricket club. I wish I played for a club, then again I didn't have a passion for cricket I just enjoyed it. Besides my brother already plays for a club anyway. I decided to sit at a glass table close to where Riya was sitting. We talked and ate and so on. It was a typical party. I'm not a typical guest however. I will do something that will make sure you don't forget I was there. Involuntarily of course. I sat at the glass table realising there was another glass table that rolled out beneath it. Clumsy and stupid me was curious and wanted to see how far it would roll out of course trying to avoid it from coming out completely.

'Oh shit!' before I even finished swearing the smaller table had fallen onto the tiles shattering it completely. It was very awkward as everyone stared at me, so I smiled awkwardly. Always me.

Riya assured me everything was fine and asked me if I was fine. She and her Aunt begin to clear the glass not letting me help at all. Due to my inability to help and the awkwardness in the atmosphere I walked out of the room to get food running straight into Ravi's dad. Like many times recently I apologised for breaking their table but he told me that, 'nothing will happen. It's just a table its ok.' kissing my head and reassuring me that it was an accident. Is it still an accident if you know what would happen but failed to avoid it when you could have? I felt as though I should help as I look back at Riya and her aunt cleaning. Stabbing my toe and breaking glass, well done me.