Scooter's Ride

Chapter 2: Party's Aren't My Thing

Hey guys, hope you enjoyed the first chapter. It was a bit slow but, come on, it's only the beginning of my story. I'm glad you made it this far and keep reading! :)

Chapter 2: Party's Aren't My Thing

I rushed up my porch steps, my heart beating faster than a race horse on the starting line. I fumbled with my keys in my back pack and finally shoved them into the lock. The old yellow door clicked open and the wooden screen slammed behind me.

I needed to eat- I was stressed. It was my solution to most problems, other than reading which I did with most of my free time. Technically, I was your perfect definition of nerd. Math and Language were my two favourite subjects and I was the captain of the Mathletes team. My round face was covered with dark brown freckles, and when I have free time I usually decide to read or write. The only things I didn't have were braces and the thick, black-framed glasses. That would probably be narrowed down to one thing soon, considering every other member in my family had glasses.

Why would Brogan like me? The nerd? He's never liked me, not even as a friend. Ever since the second grade we have been enemies.

I remember it so clearly: him writing my name on the board for talking when I hadn't even said a word. Brogan knew I hated getting in trouble which was the purpose of his actions, of course.

Now, here I am, stunned because my enemy just confessed that he had a crush on me. What a world?

I was so bewildered that I didn't even know what to eat, and that says something.

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My alarm sounded earlier the next morning. I had to get to school for my baseball practice. Every Tuesday and Friday morning we had practice and after school on Wednesdays.

I flung my spongebob sheets to the end of my bed and slipped into my light grey baseball pants. They were tight and were extremely hot in the summer, but it was a very strict requirement to wear the uniform. My red t- shirt was easy to put on and I grabbed my cap and got ready for practice.

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The field was hot as the team jogged around the bases. I took the rear making sure no one lacked effort. The dust flew up in my face and stung my eyes.

"Okay, helmets on. Let's hit some homers." As the other girls buckled up their helmets, I swished back a quick drink and waited on the pitcher's mound. It was my favourite position, but I also played back catcher.

"Hurry up, we only have a few minutes left!"

The first girl up to bat was long- legged and had her blond hair in a ponytail that flowed all the way to her lower back.

"Ready, Daphne?" I called over. She position her elbows and bent her knees. It was lucky for me, because usually the taller people had a much larger range and so it was easier to give them a strike. That was why I was always so hard to pitch for- I'm the shortest kid in our school, give or take a few.

My knee lifted up to my left elbow and my throwing arm came back. I whipped the ball in between Daphne's knees and her elbows.

Whoosh!

She missed it. "You swung a bit too late." I jogged over to help her a little bit. "Try to put your back elbow out a bit more and your front foot can go a bit father out than your other one. When you swing, step out with your foot to give you more power." I gave her a thumbs up and we tried once more.