A/N: Today and tomorrow are going to be the days I'll do last-minute updating on all my stories. I'll update like four or five times in two days...wow. If you're wondering when I have time to update everything, well I carry my iPod around EVERYWHERE and whenever I'm in the car full of boredom, I just write. So yeah. I'm REALLLLY hyper because my friends and I just spent enough money at Six Flags to keep it running for a couple of years...lol you know that 7up dumped on your hair really is tedious getting out?
I had never been so exhausted in my life. It had to do with my lovely Mrs. Wedgewood keeping me up all night, running around from store to store doing her bidding. Or else she would call the authorities over my living with Grams. She forced me to get her vitamins, deposit some money into her bank account, massage her nasty feet, and get all get groceries for the next week. But after getting up at midnight, 3 am, and again at six, I was willing to fork over my first born child and promise my soul to the devil in exchange for an extra five hours of sleep.
When Grams shook me up at 6:30 like she always did, and I was getting dressed, I felt like I was still asleep. I nearly collapsed in my Corn Flakes. I could barely answer any of my test questions.
"Samantha? Samantha?" Mr. Dole said loudly, with me slowly drifting off during the history lesson.
"Yes? Um, are we on number four?" I said, lifting my head from the table.
"Rise and shine, Ms. Keyes. We've finished the entire work packet." A few kids snickered.
As you can see, my brain was beyond functioning at that point. So when Marissa reminded me of the first softball game of the tournament that day, I wanted to do anything but play it.
We arrived on the field and Heather delighted in my vulnerable state. She even abstained from snarky comments in order to keep me in a sleepy state. She was the pitcher in this game. She was actually doing pretty well; that is, until I came up to bat. Even though I was half awake, I saw that evil glint in her eye as she winded up the throw. And she threw it right at me.
I was in no position to defend myself. All I remember is hitting the ground.
Ouch.
A/N: Suuuuuuuper short chapter. Just wanted to set the story up for the actual events in the next chapter.