Summoned Against my Will

1: Those that were born into this world and those that fell into it

It all started with a sinkhole and a smug god.

The day that I was forced to leave Earth began like any other. That morning I groaned as I fell out of bed in a sluggish attempt to shut my phone alarm off. After smacking a few things around on my organized mess of a nightstand, I finally found the cause of my suffering. I immediately snoozed the screeching alarm and looked at the time. The clock read 7:15 am. "Damnit...." I muttered as I threw a pillow over my head to block the world out.

My team just got back from a tournament in Florida that morning. Since it was still February and snow littered our home softball field in New York, we had to go down south to play. It was our first away trip for the season, and as my luck would have it the bus picked us up late at the airport and we ended up getting back at the ungodly hour of 2:00 am. And, as a further example at how lady luck likes to fuck with me, I just had to have an 8 am that morning.

I am NOT a morning person. In fact, I loathe getting out of bed. If I were to describe my perfect day, it would start with waking up to a freshly made iced coffee... at 11. And that's after at least nine hours of sleep. Me and 5 hours of shut-eye DOES NOT WORK. I end up shuffling and moaning around for the entire day resembling a paler, angrier, less gruesome zombie from The Walking Dead. Suffice to say, I was fairly irritable that day as I dragged my lazy ass out of bed to get ready.

As a division one athlete, I live a busy day-to-day life, especially in season. My schedule for that day consisted of back to back classes until two when I had team lift and then practice at 3:30. As I looked at my schedule for the day and sighed in defeat. It looks like I won't be able to eat today.

Once I managed to find and dress in my mandatory color-coded practice gear (yes, they even dictate how I dress, my school owns me) and did my morning routine, the clock read 7:40. I gotta leave now or I'll be late. I grabbed my school bag, my practice bag, a granola bar, and an apple as I ran out the door to my car. "Off to hell!" I exclaimed in a fake-cheery voice as I started my car and began to drive the 2 minutes it took to reach my college from my off-campus house.

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By the time practice rolled around I was exhausted. I looked around at my team wearily while we were stretching and saw the morning's strain on their faces as well. None of us were at our top game today.

"Hey Rey." my teammate Sue groaned out.

"Hey Sue. Are you as dead as I am?"

"Rey, I'm not even kidding. I deadass knocked out during my retail financing class."

"She's not kidding. I had to kick her chair to wake her up before the professor yelled at us again!" Riley, another teammate, chimed in while sending a playful glare in Sue's direction.

"Hey, its her own fault for having class at 8 am. And teaching retail financing. Like who could stay awake to that?" Sue exclaimed, disgruntled.

I laughed. "Aren't you a business major? Shouldn't you kill that?"

"Just because I'm a business major doesn't mean I like finance. That's like saying 'shouldn't you be good at organic chemistry?' because you're an environmental science major." Sue argued with a smirk on her face.

Oh no. Organic Chemistry. My face paled as I began to remember the horror. The all-nighters trying figure out and memorize which reactions cause which products... the hours spent drawing resonance structure after resonance structure... *shivers*