New Heights

What is happening?

  "Yeah uh here's the list", i said while handing him the list. He scanned the list and and chuckled. "What?", i asked. "We don't have lippers here", Jake chuckled. "Let me see", i said while taking the list. It was my mom's handwritting...it originally say Lip stars. "Lips stars, the delcious crackers that are supposably joy to your lips in the shape of stars", I giggled. "Oh, well then...much less funny", Jake sighed while smiling. His blue eyes twinkled in the artifical light. "Well let's go get your crackers", Jake smiled while guiding me to the back of the store. He helped me gather all my items on the list and we paid. "Thanks Jake", I thanked while smiling and leaving to go back to the car with my mom. "That was quick. Did you have a magic fairy guide you", my mom smiled. "Not quite", I blushed while strapping myself in. If only she knew...i guess Jake could be considered a magic person...but not a fairy. I mean...he has that unique look to him and he has been helping me out...almost like my personal guardian angel...hmmm

    "All we have to do now is sign you up for softball", my mom smiled. What? NO! I never played softball in my life!! And that is not how I'm going to have a good impression on the rich people...i probably won't even be able to afford my uniform. "Mom, no! What? You didn't even ask me!", I exclaimed upset. "Honey...you're in highschool...you have to join sports. That's how you can make friends", my mom smiled. Or bullies. I just sighed and leaned back in my seat. We pulled up to the sports clinic. A guy in a cap and very sporty outfit greeted us. "Hmm...judging by your figure...you never were in a sport..were you", the guy said while eyeing me up and down. I felt self-concious. Did he just call me fat? I thought i was in shape. Well that's at least what my friends said...did they lie? "Yeah...I am actually here to try-out for softball", i said. I can't belive i just said that. I swallowed hard as he guided me to a bunch of paperwork. I looked behind me to make sure my mom hadn't abandoned me in my life crisis....well not really a crisis...just an uncomfortable position. Thankfully she was behind me. The guy handed us the paperwork...well actually handed my mom the paperwork. We filled it out and boy were there a lot of no necessary questions...thank god that part is over with. The guy guided me to a batting range...this is how they judge whether or not to put you on the deep. He handed me a helmet and measured a bunch of bats against my body to see which one i should use. I never knew that a certain height had a certain bat. We entered the batting cage...well I did...since i was the one trying out. He turned the machine and my heart almost stopped beating. When i tell you the balls were massive! And they were coming pretty fast. All i kept thinking about was how bad it would hurt. "Hit the ball! Swing!", the heard the guy and my mom exclaiming from behind the net. I was frozen...frozen solid...which wasn't good because one ball came directly at me and my elbow. "OWW!", I yelled while dropping the bat. The guy hurried to turn off the machine. "Are you okay?" my mom asked. "Yeah", I lied while bendjng my arm to somehow ease the pain. "Maybe softball isnt the right sport for you", the guy said while standing up from behind the machine.

   I need to meet new people. How does he know if softball isnt my callimg. Maybe it is. "Turn the machine back on", I exclaimed while putting my helmet back on and picking up my bat. "You can't. Honey you're hurt", my mom said from behind the net. "I can do this", i said while gripping tge bat hard. The guy turned the machine back on and the balls started coming. Be the ball, FEEL THE BALL...actually i dont want to feel the ball. I swung and shut my eyes. I felt a vibration on the bat and a ringing sensation in my ear. "DID I HIT IT?" I exclaimed. My mom nodded and smiled. "Good hit kiddo. You mafe the team", the guy smiled. "But...i only hit one ball. I couldve just had a lucky shot", i explained. "You may had one shot...but it was an incredible one. If we were in a field it wouldve went out of the park...an awesome homerun", the guy smiled while handing me a piece of paper. "Write your cellnumber and school homeroom so that i can get in contact with you", the guy said. I scribbled my information on the paper and handed it back to him. "You did it Spenc", my mom smiled while patting my back and getting her keys out.