Second Practice.

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*~Annie's POV.~*

I walked to the school not having my gear. The door was unlocked.

"You are late. And you aren't prepared. What's going on?" Coach Hall was mad.

"I-I don't know how to say this but Emma is dying." I said. Everyone froze.

"Here. Take one of the team gloves and get your mind off of things." He said.

If Emma isn't here then it won't be fun. I just couldn't function with out her.

Nolee is still at Soda's house. She was passed out before she left the lot. God these girls. I love them but sometimes they just drive me insane.

"Well the little hazard is dying. Good. Now go join her." Ella teased. My God I just want to throw a brick at her. If I couldn't throw a brick maybe I could get her with a ball. God I love my sick twisted mind.

I picked up the softball and chucked it at her. Bam! Right in the back.

"Who did that!" She yelled. No one had a straight face so it was easy for me to blend in. She gave me the look. You know the look someone gives you when they think you did something, it's that look.

Oh if Emma was here she would have thrown one at her too. Even Nolee would of. I love being evil but, I would rather be evil with my friends. That's it I'm leaving. I'm going to Nolee. Making up my mind I ran to the door of the gym and dropped the glove before I stepped outside. My friends are hurt. Revenge on my brother has never bin so sweet.

A/N

Okay short chapter but was written by Anne again!

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