I scuttled out the door. I walked across the street to the school. The bus was loading, and I spotted y friend, Amy. I waved, and she sprinted over to help with my bags.
"Hey Eliza, I heard we were staying at this REALLY, like, REALLYYYY nice hotel. With, like FREE breakfast, OF CHOCOLATE ICE CREAM!" I giggled. "No more coffee untill we win, OK?" She frowned. "But how will we win? If this catcher isn't awake, steals for home are sure gonna happen." I patted her on the back. "K, maybe one tini drop before the finals." We both laughed as we got on the bus.
I dropped my stuff in the box that said, well, STUFF. A peice of art that only could be done by Coach. I grabbed my water and iPod, and plopped down in a seat with Amy.
"You excited, nervous, scared, happy? Whatcha feel like?" She twiddled her thumbs. "You know, even if I'm high, I'm still a little scared. What will Coach do with us them? You've seen her rage, havn't you?
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The Concrete Game
Mystery / ThrillerMeet Eliza. She's our narrator. When the McGlen High's Varsity softball team wins the sectionals, they go on to the Triple A, for the three best teams of the country. But when their hotel gets cancelled, the already brutal tournament into a cold-st...
