My parents aren't in the crowd.
Mommy and Daddy are watching Alex at his soccer game. They're missing my game.
Like they always do.
But I'm on the bench. Waiting to be called up to bat, knowing that I'll probably won't be.
Like I always am.
Peter is up to bat. He hits the ball.
He makes it to first base.
Like he always does.
The coach is yelling. Adam stroked out.
He's yelling at him, asking if he wants to be like me. Adam says no, and the other players giggle.
As they always do.
I don't want to be here, but I have to be.
Mommy and Daddy say they can't afford a babysitter. And Alex never wants me around him.
So I have to pretend I'm welcomed in this game, in this team.
As I have, as I always will.
Justin looks at me, and laughs. He whispers something to Ben. And Ben is called up to the plate.
He misses the first and second, but hits third.
Like he always does.
Ben's on first and Peter's on second.
And Justin hits a home run
Like he almost always does.
The coach smiles, and says we've won now. No way for the other team to play. Patrick calls out, jokingly "Why don't we put Stacey on the plate?"
I don't want to be here.
Adam joins in. "It won't hurt any. We've already won. She can't mess us up."
I feel like crying.
I wish I had a Mommy like Jessica's. Jessica's Mommy always brings juice when she's upset, at least that's what Jessica says.
I wish I had a Mommy who brought me juice. I wish I had a Mommy that was always there.
The coach sighs, and calls me up to bat.
I swing.
I miss.
As I would probably always would do.
And I swing and I miss again.
I look at the coach and the team. They're laughing.
Ben says something to Adam. And I look down.
I'm not special, I've never been special. Mommy and Daddy don't want me. Alex doesn't want me. The Team think I'm just a looser. The crowd just doesn't care.
I don't want to be here. I want to be somewhere else.
I close me eyes.
And I feel them all. I feel a man? lurking in the shadows just below the crowd. His eyes are piercing. He's thirsty.
The woman in pink as power...much power...
The man who's holding his son's hand in the upper left corner of the stands feels different. He doesn't feel like the person he's sitting next to. He's off.
The pitcher is about to throw the third ball.
I hit this ball.
And I never see where it lands...
I'm to busy running.
Smiling all the way. Try and catch me. Just try to catch me.
"I feel them. I feel them awakening."
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Note: Cheesy, fluffy...blame the muses when they saw the girl at the bat when she is awakened as a Slayer.
Disclaimer: Anya isn't dead, Spike is very much non-dust, and Angel wasn't such...Season 3ish. Okay, that's not what really happened. So I'm not Joss. I don't own Buffy The Vampire Slayer. And I say they should make a spin-off that stares the Baseball girl slayer and the one that stands up to abuse. So sue me, I dare you.
