Thud! The softball landed squarely in Hanna's glove.
"Nice!" Hollered Anna a short-ish, blond-haired girl.
"Here! Here! First, to first!" Called Dee, Hanna's best friend and had long, red hair, the same as her brothers, they are triplets.
Hanna reached swiftly into her glove and pelted it at Dee, who easily caught it in her own glove, then tossed it back to the pitcher.
Coach Miller came out then, a middle-aged man that looked more out of place on a softball mound then he would have in a Porsche, but man, did he have an arm. He could strike out nearly anybody, "Alright, we have a big game on Friday, the last before the playoffs. Let's make this practice count! I want five laps around both fields. NOW!"
Hanna began her laps, coming upon Stacy about halfway through her third lap. Stacy had long black hair, easily put up into a bun when she was cheer leading....HEAD cheer leader.
"Hey, Hanna!" Stacy hollered, walking up to her.
Hanna rolled her eyes and continued jogging,"If you want to talk to me, jog."
"Can't," said Stacy.
At the same time, Mr. Miller hollered, "I've gotta go home girls! My grandbaby is on the way, call your parents to come pick you up. Bye!" He then ran off the feild and into his car.
Hanna stopped running, "What do you want Stacy?"
Stacy put a gentle hand on her own belly, with a half-smile/smirk. It's Josh's baby." Josh was the quarterback for the football team. The 'star' player, that every girl 'dreamed' of hooking up with.
"Wow Stacy, good for you," Hanna rolled her eyes and took out her phone, pretending not to care:
To: Mom; Dad
From: Hanna
Can you pick me up? coach miler had 2 leave
Sent: 3:34pm
Received: 3:35pm
"Oh come ON Hanna, you KNOW you're jealous that I got laid by the hottest senior in the entire school, you KNOW you want some of that big, muscular....," she rolled her shoulders and 'mmm'ed, remembering her peak.
"Oh, barf," replied Hanna, as she received two replies, a few seconds apart.
To: Hanna
From: Mom
Can't honey, in the middle of a big game, sorry.
Sent: 3:47pm
Received: 3:47pm
Parents never get the whole 'texting' idea, that you shorten things and never use proper grammar, but oh well.....
To: Hanna
From: Dad
Ask your mom, Hanna, I can't, Rowden just struck out and we are down by 10. We'll never win this game.
"Whatever. Where are your parents, Hanna? I can't walk long distances...," again, she put a hand on her belly.
'Great', thought Hanna, 'she's gonna milk this like a cow.' "Their not coming", replied Hanna, "I'm walking home," and with that, she turned and walked off the field, fuming.
